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𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥'𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬' 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑.𝟏

SYNOPSIS: For some reason, Park Sunghoon utterly despises you ─ how you are the literal definition of a good girl who avoids all sorts of troubles, how you remain loyal and abide by the rules, how you dress modestly, the fact that you're best friends with the popular girls who are his kind of girls, the way your eyes sparkle with fascination, and the dimples on your cheeks whenever you smile or laugh ─ you are every bit of a girl he has no desire to fuck. However, being naturally competitive even against his best friends, he is determined to be the one to break you, poison you with his corruptive ways, and change you for the worse.

PAIRING: park sunghoon x fem!reader

GENRE: 18+ (mdni), college au, semi-adulthood, reverse harem, dark themes.

WORD COUNT: 11k+

WARNINGS: mentions of christianity, smoking, alcohol consumption, mild bullying, assault, humiliation, profanities, manipulation, possible violence, tsundere!hoon, smut.

PLAYLIST: Six Feet Under - The Weeknd, Heartless - The Weeknd, Reminder - The Weeknd, Lost in the Fire - The Weeknd, get him back! - Olivia Rodrigo,think later - Tate Mcrae, Swim - Chase Atlantic, Devillish - Chase Atlantic, Soaked - Shy Smith, Swimming Pools - Lloyd, Where Them Girls At - David Guetta ft Nicki Minaj, Agora Hills - Doja Cat.

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✧*̥˚ SUNGHOON'S MOODBOARD *̥˚✧

It is getting rather irksome at this point. The stark image of your glistening eyes as they brimmed with tears and the distinct heartbreak contorted in your face remain unabating in his mind, as though to taunt him and evoke a sympathetic chord in him, which is nearly impossible because he is not a man of deep benevolence.

If anything, the sight of you in tears should have gladdened his tainted heart. He should be deriving great delight from your unveiling woe, but instead, a certain chord that feels foreign strikes him in the chest, and he doesn’t like it. Not one bit.

Park Sunghoon despises you.

No, you didn’t commit any wrongdoing towards him. He simply hates you and your whole being. Even the mere glimpse of your face is enough to kindle the burning hatred he has always harboured for you.

Sunghoon can’t exactly pinpoint the very moment he started hating you, but it was around the first half of the semester during freshman year.

Initially, you were a nobody ─ just a girl who managed to enrol in this prestigious university thanks to scholarships. You’re not a Chaebol like him or like most of the student body here. Usually, a student like yours with no status rank or whatsoever would be an easy target for the delinquents to tyranny with their corruptive tendencies and, essentially, to bully.

However, unlike the other delinquents, Sunghoon didn’t want to squander his time tyrannising students like you. He really couldn’t care less since, at that point in time, he was busy targeting and luring girls to his bed, since he used to be a fuckboy after all.

Truth be told, Sunghoon didn’t know of your existence in this school until one day, when your name reached his ears from the nebby peers of his. Words spread throughout campus like wildfire within one day ─ about you being a devoted Catholic girl, the professor's pet, and other things that were rather unpleasant from the mouths of his peers.

Sunghoon really didn’t want to get caught up by the tattles, but his interest piqued when a specific yet cliché moniker was accorded to you by most of the student body.

Crestview Meadow’s official good girl ─ Y/N Kang.

Hence, from there, you earned quite a reputation amongst the Crescents here. But Sunghoon firmly believed that the only reason you had a reputation was solely because of the it girls of Crestview Meadows ─ the very same girls are actually his kind of girls to be associated with, whereas you are every bit of a girl he has no desire to fuck.

Sunghoon thought that you didn’t deserve to have a reputation, albeit your reputation was meant to be disreputed, considering almost everyone dislikes you except the it girls, three of whom are your best friends and roommates, all because you’re the epitome of a good girl, a good daughter, and the ideal student that professors prefer to teach.

Oh, how he hates the way your eyes sparkle with fascination and your animated face that displays dimples on your cheeks whenever you smile or laugh, and even the sound of your laughter and chuckles irks him greatly. He also finds you tedious with how you are known to be loyal and often abide by the rules, and with how you dress so modestly that even your shortest skirt length reaches approximately four inches from your knee.

Not to forget the annoying satin bow piece that you often tie your hair in a half-up-do with and your thigh-high socks clad, as though you are gatekeeping your long porcelain legs from any prying eyes, since after all, you gain negative attention to your thick thighs.

Getting a little sidetracked, his mind briefly drifts to the plush of your thighs. No doubt, anyone who meets you for the first time will notice your thighs at first glance. His pulse starts to drum in his ears the longer the image of your thighs, which he finally saw how smooth and flawless your skin was on Devil’s Night, remains abating in his mind.

Fuck, even to this day, he still can’t remove another image of you in that skimpy, tight dress from his mind. He ignores the way his dick twitches as he subconsciously fantasises about you ─ his nails digging into the plush as he holds your thighs, his hand moving to your neck and giving it a good squeeze while he fucks his hatred into you.

A muscle pulses in his jaw before his hand reaches out to snatch the bottle from his best friend’s grasp and pours himself another glass of Bourbon, in dire need to drown his amorous thoughts about you. He disregards his best friends’ collective odd expressions that are directed at him by the table.

Sunghoon finds the whole concept of you being the renowned good girl on campus utterly absurd. There is no fucking way that you are entirely pure. Surely, beneath that pristine facade of yours is someone who is waiting for the right moment to spread her legs for anyone to give her a good fuck just like the other girls he had slept with, and he intends to bring the slut out of you and prove that you’re not the saint you thought you were.

“Ignore him. He’s spacing out as usual.” Jay’s annoying remark, which is obviously targeted at Sunghoon, causes the latter to roll his eyes before he takes another sip of his Bourbon. “He probably wasn’t listening to what we were saying.”

“I know that you were talking shit about me.” Sunghoon scoffs, shifting his gaze to his best friends, who are settled around the table. “A guy can multitask, ya know?”

“So how was it?” Heeseung shoots his inquiry to Jake, intervening between the two Parks before they can bicker as usual, which is the norm for the group.

“How was what?” Sunghoon raises his eyebrow inquisitively, now directing his full attention to them.

“About Y/N, of course.” Heeseung answers, his face remaining calm and collected, whereas Sunghoon internally groans at the mere mention of your name, which has his mind drifting back to the image of you in that white fucking skimpy dress out of all of the images of you.

Sunghoon’s steely gaze settles on Jake, who is seated directly across from him, and when their eyes meet fleetingly, Sunghoon finds it hard to decipher the sentiment reflecting in his eyes. As always, Jake is hard to read and predict, despite them being close enough to regard each other as brothers.

To anyone outside of their inner circle, they perceive Jake as the most amiable out of the four leaders, with a kind and sweet disposition despite his playboy tendencies. But to Sunghoon, as well as those who are much closer to Jake, only they know the real Sim Jaeyun is the total opposite of the frontage he displays in everyone else’s eyes, or at least Sunghoon presumes since he can never interpret his best friend.

Sunghoon recalls a certain period of time where Jake completely ghosted all of them and didn’t give them any explanation or whatsoever; he simply left them hanging and wondering what they did wrong until Jay was determined to knock some senses into Jake, which led to a nasty brawl between the two, but in the end, all was well.

“Yeah, was it any good?” Jay leans his body forward, his keen interest is evident by the grin on his lips, eliciting a scoff from Sunghoonn before the latter downs the remnants of the bourbon.

Sunghoon raises his eyebrow just slightly at the smirk tugging at Jake’s lips while something dark glints in the latter’s eyes. “Too good. Even better than I expected.” Jake finally puts an end to their curiosity. His smirk deepens as he brings the glass of Bourbon near to his lips. “She’s adorably loud, by the way.”

“Fuck you, man.” Jay groans loudly as he leans back against his seat, annoyance tinges in his face while he takes a drag of smoke from his vape before puffing it out. “Seriously, screw off, Jake. I wanted to get to her first since I’ve never fucked a virgin before.”

“She’s truly exquisite. Sweet angel took me like a champ.” Jake is obviously taunting Jay, as evident in the dark mischief dancing in his eyes. “I’m betting on my Chevrolet that you can’t make her cum more than I did.”

Jake’s goading appears to have affected Jay, as the latter seems exasperated. Jay turns his attention to Heeseung, his steely eyes hardening with resoluteness. “I call the next fuck. It’s my turn to prey on her.”

Amidst the R&B music that is playing in the background as it bounces off the walls of the bar, Heeseung’s silence is resounding, directing their attention to him. An inexplicable emotion paints across his features. “I’m not sure about that, Jay. I don’t think she would want to lower her guards around us anymore, especially after a certain someone decided to act like a dick towards her earlier on campus.”

Sunghoon watches with curious eyes as Heeseung turns his head to Jake, his gaze sharper than usual. “Apparently, Beomgyu informed me what you did and said something to her that made her cry.”

Something flickers past Sunghoon’s gaze. So your tears were because of Jake, but it is rather peculiar, especially since Sunghoon long had an inkling that you might like Jake better than the other knights, so he presumed that it would take Jake a shorter time to achieve his goal without any issues.

Although the smirk on Jake’s lips persists, Sunghoon is surprisingly able to read through him and notice the deflation. “So what?” He asks gruffly. “I already did my part, so why are you annoyed by the fact that I made her cry?”

“Because you were supposed to bring her closer to us, dumbass.” Jay shoots Jake a scowl, blowing out another puff of smoke. “Just great! The more reason for her to avoid any of us now!”

“Why did you do it?” Heeseung presses on the matter, but all the while he remains calmly collected, eliciting a subtle grimace from Sunghoon since the latter knows well that what frontage Heeseung displays doesn’t always match the inexplicable storms within him.

Sunghoon shivers lightly. It’s always the quiet and stealthy ones who turn out to be the scariest motherfuckers.

Jake’s chiselled jaw is locked as he averts his gaze. “I had to. Besides, she wouldn’t bat an eye at me since it’s one of your turns to take charge now.”

“Jake, getting her closer to us is crucial, remember?” Heeseung heaves a sigh, his hand brushing away his magenta-red locks. “This isn’t the first time you love-bombed and ghosted a girl. I don’t know what your issue is, but you really need to sort your shit out.”

“Don’t tell me to sort out my shit when you don’t know what I’m dealing with.” Jake snaps at Heeseung, a rare occurrence that has the two Parks widening their eyes, thunderstruck.

They know that Heeseung is Jake’s most favourite person, and this is not to say that the latter isn’t close to the two Parks, but they have a special bond that is inexplicable to them, so Jake rarely gets angry at Heeseung.

Heeseung narrows his eyes at him, darkness glinting in his eyes dangerously. “Then tell me. What is going on with you?”

“I don’t want to talk about it. You wouldn’t understand.” Jake murmurs the last part, but Sunghoon is the only one who catches on to the dejection in his tone.

“Anyway,” Jay raises his voice just slightly, drawing their attention. “We’re seriously getting sidetracked here. Who will be going after her next? Unless there is any objection, I’ll go next.” An anticipating grin smears across his pink lips.

“Nahhh, I don’t think so,” Sunghoon objects, a cold smirk touching his lips. “because I’ll be going for her next instead, and shut your mouth, Jay. You’re not getting to her until after I’m done.”

The three of them, completely bewildered, stare at Sunghoon as though he were an alien. They know that Park Sunghoon feels disdainful towards you for some reason, so they never anticipated his assertion to go next. However, they had momentarily forgotten that Sunghoon is naturally competitive, even against his best friends.

On the other hand, while he has been silent, a newfound resolve that dawned on him felt profound, and so he is driven by the same resolve, determined to be the one to fully break you on the inside, ascending his corruption upon you, and if his luck is strong enough, to change you for the worse.

“That’s settled, then.” Heeseung concludes while dissatisfactory gleams in Jay’s eyes, but the latter doesn’t make any objection. Heeseung meets Sunghoon’s gaze. “Do you think you’ll succeed? Considering you hate her, it'll be harder for you to prey on her.”

“When have I ever failed at anything?” A cocky smirk tugs at Sunghoon’s lips. “Best believe that when I’m done with her, she’ll be pliant and all yours to deal with.”

The soft luminesce of the moonlight streams into your window, painting delicate tapestries weaving across the ceiling while you wallow in despondency in the confines of your room as you lay limbs-sprawling on the bed. A rare bleakness shrouds the heartbreak in your eyes as they stare numbly at the ceiling.

The red rims of your eyes are fading, but they are still noticeable enough for your best friends to catch on to the fact that you have been crying. Although you doubt that they would care enough, considering the last argument you had with them and the fact that they did warn you, you didn’t want any of them to see you in this state.

Your phone buzzes in silence as it vibrates on your bed, but you choose to ignore whoever is calling or has sent you another text, most likely Winter and Kazuha, since you accidentally bumped into them just yesterday while you were still in tears. You ran before they even had the opportunity to speak to you.

The image of Jake and that girl is not something that can be erased so easily from your mind. Sure, you were slightly heartbroken when you found out Jake was a womaniser during the period you had a crush on him, but this is different. The heartbreak feels so profound that, despite the air of despondency hanging heavily around you, a part of you feels vehement enough to get even.

The thought of revenge entices you, wanting to get even by doing the same thing he did to you, but you shake away that ill-intent of retaliating. No, you can’t behave indecently again, especially after going to the church to confess your sins and be pardoned earlier in the morning. Besides, Jake even told you that you were delusional, so he probably wouldn’t get the slightest jealous if another man touched you intimately the way he did before.

A knock pulls you away from your muddling thoughts before the door slowly pushes open. Remaining motionless on your bed, you lazily turn your head to the side and meet Karina’s eyes, softening with concern.

“Hey, I heard from Winter and Kazuha that you were found crying yesterday.” Karina treads carefully with her words as her sharp eyes examine you. “What happened?”

It touches you that Karina even bothered to check in on you, despite the irony that she hated you in the beginning. Your heart aches at the thought of Wonyoung and Yunjin, already regretting your actions and missing them.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You murmur in a plea, your eyes stinging with dryness after shedding tears almost the whole night.

“Okay, I won’t pressure you. Just come out and eat something, please.” Karina’s gentle voice compels you to heed her words, and when she extends her hand towards you, you stare at it for a good minute before accepting her assistance in rising from the bed.

“Are Wonyoung and Yunjin around?” You ask tentatively as Karina proceeds to drag you and her out of your room.

“No. They’re busy with their boyfriends or whatever.” Karina mutters under her breath, and like a mother tending to her child, she instructs you to sit on the high stool by the kitchen island while she serves the food she bought for you.

“Thank you.” You say softly when she places the bowl on the table in front of you. The gratitude feels like a lump in your throat as you get a little emotional with her mere act of kindness for thinking about you even after you had been eccentric towards her.

Karina watches you in silence as she takes sips of her smoothie. “You know, I’m not mad at you.”

You lower your spoon to the bowl, and your face contorts into confusion. “You’re not?”

“I mean, sure, I was annoyed at first, but I could never be mad at you.” Karina gives you a small smile that sends a wave of assurance to you. “You’re a grown woman, Y/N, and it’s about time the girls and I stop babying you. Besides, who am I to dictate and judge you when I have my fair share of questionable decisions I made in the past?”

A moment of clarity dawns on you, and you have a sudden urge to confide in her, which you rarely do. Tucking your bottom lip in between your teeth, you contemplate hard and fast while the steaming bowl of porridge is forgotten by you.

“There was a reason why I allowed myself to get close to him, because I had a crush on Jaeyun when we were freshmen.” You start off, your eyes flickering to the interest in her eyes that encourages you to continue, and this time, your voice remains unwavering. “Of course, who wouldn’t be over the moon that their ex-crush finally noticed them and was brought to bed by the said crush?” You chuckle dryly. “But what broke my heart was the fact that he ghosted me the next day when we spent the whole night talking and flirting over the phone, and he even called me his girl.” You whimper out the last part.

Karina’s tongue hits the roof of her mouth. “Fucking hell, Jake Sim.”

You bury your face in your palms, trying your utmost to suppress the tumultuous emotions that storm within you. “I found him with a girl on his lap, and they were making out. Of course, I confronted him, and he told me I was delusional to think that I meant something to him just because we slept together.” Your lips quiver in sadness while tears sting in your eyes.

A loud thud of a palm hitting the table startles you, prompting you to look up, and your eyes widen at the sight of Karina’s glaring anger. “That’s it. I’m about to murder a man. There is no way fucking way he love-bombed my best friend and got together with some girl afterwards. He’s about to get a taste of my fist.”

You lean forward to grab her hand on the table before she can even move. “Karina, don’t.” You plead, squeezing her hand. “I don’t want to be the reason why you get into trouble. What’s done is done. I should move on from this ridiculous heartbreak of mine.”

Karina’s eyes soften at the sight of your glistening eyes and wavering voice, but the resentment persists within her. “What about revenge?”

You deflate slightly. “Revenge?”

“Yeah. I mean, don’t you want to get him back? Make him jealous?” Karina probes, her eyebrow arched inquisitively. “Come on, Y/N. He deserves it after what he did to you.”

Her words are starting to get to you, enticing you, but you shake your head, knowing that it would be rendered useless to seek revenge against the same guy who told you that you’re delusional. “Trust me, Rina, he wouldn’t get jealous. He has other girls to keep him occupied.”

“You may never know, Y/N. There is a chance that he’s dismissing his feelings for you, but at the moment he sees you with another guy, then maybe jealousy will strike him, so he’ll have no choice but to push his ego aside and grovel to win over your heart.”

“Rina, you watched way too many romance dramas.” You roll your eyes, chuckling lightly.

“It’s a maybe, but it won’t hurt to try, right?” Karina casts you a grin, sweet mischief glinting in her eyes. “What do you say, Y/N? You’re up for some sweet revenge?”

Knowing that Karina won’t stop until you cave in, you release a reluctant sigh. “Fine.”

“Perfect.” Karina smiles gleefully. “There will be a pool party happening at the resort chalet owned by Yeonjun’s family tomorrow night exclusively for the seniors, so it’s a perfect opportunity for you to find some guy who is willing to play along.”

“A pool party?” You frown. “I don’t know, Rina. What if Jaeyun won’t be present and all of those efforts for my petty revenge go to vain?”

“Trust me. He will be there,” Karina rises from the stool to walk over to you and grabs your hand, leaving you no choice but to allow her to drag you in the direction of her room. “and when he finally sees you in the gorgeous two-piece bikini, he’ll be regretful for letting you go.”

“Bikini?!” You shriek, mortified by the thought of every inch of your skin blatantly displayed for anyone to feast their eyes on. “Look, I’m fine with revenge, but to wear a bikini?!”

“Don’t be dramatic, Y/N.” Karina rolls her eyes, finally arriving in her room. You watch, flabbergasted, as she proceeds to rummage through her wardrobe drawer. “Your body is to die for. No more gatekeeping your curves. It’s about time that you flaunt them and prove to everyone that the renowned Crescents' good girl has a killer body.”

You turn your head to the side, looking at your whole reflection in the vanity mirror. You swallow hard as you reach up for your silver cross pendant to fiddle with it, as though you are silently pleading for forgiveness once more.

“What’s your favourite colour again?” Karina asks without looking over her shoulder.

You contemplate between white and pink. “Pink.”

Karina goes silent briefly before she gasps and lifts the bikini. “This will definitely look good on you.”

You stare at the dusty pink bikini in dubiety, and although you already feel revolted by the indecorous image of you in that bikini, you can’t deny that it looks cute. “I’m totally going to regret this.” You mutter under your breath, hoping that Karina won’t catch on to your words.

But the cheshire grin smearing across her lips says otherwise. “I have a feeling that you’ll be thanking me instead. Now, get dressed.”

Your face contorts into confusion. “Where are we even going at this hour?”

Karina points her acrylic index finger at you. “You, my girl, will be accompanying me to the bar. It’s clear that you and I need some drinks. Plus, some of our girls will be there.”

“You know that I don’t drink.” You strongly oppose.

“Too late. You’ve already broken one of your codes when you drank some on Devil’s Night.” Karina states, and upon seeing the grimace on your face, she releases a sigh. “Drinking some won’t kill you.”

“Yeah, but drinking some will eventually turn into drinking excessively, which will essentially kill you.” You say dryly.

Karina makes a hand gesture of 'shooing’ you. “Don’t get all smart on me now, Missy. Now go and get dressed, or do you need me to drag your ass back to your room and clothe you instead?”

In return, you make a face at her before departing from her room.

Karina ended up lending you her garments since, according to her, you really needed a wardrobe makeover. Surprisingly, the low-waisted denim jeans fit you perfectly, but you have yet to grow accustomed to the skin of your stomach being displayed due to the white crop top tee and denim jacket hugging your figure.

The moment you and Karina entered the bar ─ the very same bar where you once came across the seven delinquents ─ Winter, Kazuha, and Rei spotted both of you and were shocked by your new look, but nevertheless, they showered you with compliments and gushed over you while shyness coloured your cheeks.

“Don’t look now, but the four leaders are just across the bar.” Rei's hushed tone garners all of your attention as the five of you are seated on the high stools by the bar.

Your body goes frigid just as you are about to take your second sip of the cocktail. You don’t miss the way Winter, Kazuha, and Karina collectively spare glances at you. Just before the five of you decided to order your drinks, Winter and Kazuha were adamant about getting the truth out of you — the reason why you were crying yesterday while Rei was utterly lost.

And so, you had no choice but to reveal the truth. The revelation rendered them shocked and angered, but none was more shocked than Rei, since she was always in her own little world. You did make them pinky promises with you that not a single word about the revelation goes out to others.

Karina hums, her hand leisurely moves her half-empty glass of drink in circles while her sharp eyes are trained on a certain someone. “What do you girls think? Should I head over to their table and give Jake Sim a good punch or two?”

“Hell yeah!” Winter and Kazuha agree earnestly as they high-five each other.

“No, please no.” You discourage them, groaning as you do. “Don’t cause a commotion in the bar.”

“Come on, Y/N.” Winter whines at you. “He deserves at least a punch!”

“As much as I would love to see that happening, I have to head outside to answer a call.” Rei interjects before she excuses herself from the bar.

“Please.” You plead once more, giving Karina your sparkly doe eyes that you know she will have a hard time resisting. “I’m perfectly fine now. Besides, sweet revenge tomorrow, remember?”

Karina eventually concedes as she heaves a sigh. “Fine. Just be sure to make him really jealous.” She throws her head to the back as she downs the rest of her vodka before placing the glass on the table. “Anyone wants to join me in playing the game of pool?”

“Loser will be drinking the nastiest drink ever made?” Kazuha shoots Karina a smirk, to which the latter reciprocates. The two of them proceed to make their way to the pool as they venture further into the establishment, leaving you with Winter.

“So….” The awkwardness is palpable in her. Her fingers drum lightly on the countertop. “You’re no longer mad at me, right?”

“No.” You give her a small smile that diminishes the awkwardness she feels. “You were right. I should’ve known that he was an asshole.”

“But do you still like him?” She asks gently while there is a knowingness glinting in her eye. “He was your crush, after all. So it’s understandable if you find it hard to move on.”

“I don’t know what to feel, Winter.” You tell her honestly before taking quick sips of your cocktail in an attempt to reinvigorate yourself, but your mind remains in a tumult. A derisive chuckle leaves your lips. “I was a fool for believing in the fact that he meant what he said about me being his girl.”

Winter squeezes your shoulder, denoting her sympathy for you. Her phone rings on the table, prompting her attention to divert to it. “Oh, shoot. I forgot to return Giselle’s call. Be right back.”

Winter shoots you a quick smile before grabbing her phone and proceeding to make her depart, leaving you entirely alone and vulnerable for anyone, specifically for a certain someone with steely eyes who has been watching you, to approach you with ill-intent that you won’t even expect.

You decide to quell the bitterness by downing the cocktail until there is nothing left. With a sigh, you rise from the stool with the intention to head for the restroom, but as you lift your gaze, your heart nearly lurches in your chest at the sight of the man who never fails to evoke a familiar fear in you.

Even if he is standing a few metres away from you, the ambience emanating from him is domineering enough for you to recoil, but you try your utmost to remain rooted to the ground, your eyes unwaveringly meeting his steely ones before they betray your inner turmoil by scanning his appearance.

You are no stranger to the fact that Sunghoon’s fashion sense has always consisted of a variety of leathers. Tonight is no exception ─ a black leather jacket that clasps his athletic physique, as evident in the way the material of his black tee stretches against his muscles beneath the jacket, paired with black-washed denim jeans and a pair of Timberland boots.

As your eyes return to his face, something stirs within you amidst your turmoil at how attractive he looks. The black browline glasses adorning his face and the wisp of his raven strands hovering below his thick eyebrows, nearly to his eyes, do nothing to obscure his penetrating dark gaze on your face.

Despite the dim lights in this specific section of the bar, you can discern the familiar sentiment lurking in his steely eyes. Disdain. But your eyes narrow at his pink lips, which turn into a small smirk that adds weight to your turmoil.

“Who would’ve thought I’d be seeing you here out of all places, Y/N Kang?” His snide remark makes you curl your hand into a fist at the side.

“Park Sunghoon.” You finally utter his government name for the first time throughout the years you have known him.

For reasons beyond your comprehension, Park Sunghoon has despised you ever since freshman year. His glaring hatred is perceptible whenever you often cross paths with him since he is an architecture major in the same department as Jake.

You have heard some things about him, thanks to your tattling friends, allowing you to gain some sort of insight about who Park Sunghoon is ─ he used to be the captain of the ice hockey team and a major fuckboy in freshman and sophomore year until he stopped being the renowned fuckboy out of the blue when junior year entered. Plus, out of the people in his inner circle, he is known to be the coldest and meanest, which has already been proven in the past when he cruelly rejected some of those girls who had slept with him in the most humiliating ways.

Despite all of the words and rumours circulated about him on campus, just his dark gaze alone is enough for you to get the memo that fucking around with him would result in grave consequences. To get on Sunghoon’s bad side or any of the devil’s knights’ leaders' bad side would mean that you have a death wish.

Just like the other two knights’ leaders, Jay and Heeseung, Sunghoon intimidates you greatly. You feel daunted even by a single glance spared to you from him, so you often avoid him like the plague, until recently. Genuinely, you are curious to find out the reasons why he hates your guts when you did not commit any wrongdoing towards him.

You recall the other day when he sided with your deceased bullies. The concoction of abhorrence and wickedness that danced delightfully in his eyes has embedded itself in your mind, and you know that you ought to be leery of him.

“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t a good little Catholic girl like you be in bed by now?” He takes slow, deliberate steps towards you, his lips curling into a sneer that displays his blatant disdain for you. You don’t miss the way his gaze flickers down at your bare abdomen fleetingly.

“My being here is not in any of your concern.” You accidentally allow the words to slip past your lips before you smack them closed, facepalming at yourself internally for your retaliation against him, but you can’t ignore the niggling annoyance at the back of your mind any longer.

Sunghoon cocks a single eyebrow at you. He totally did not expect the minuscule spark of feistiness within you, as evident in your tone and your unwavering eyes. “A bit brave to be talking back now, are we?” He asks, unrelentingly advancing towards you and leaving you no choice but to back up until you hit the countertop behind you.

The fusion whiff of smoke and strong musky cologne pervades your senses, and you can almost feel the warmth emanating from his body as he stands close to you. His steely eyes penetrating into yours feel unbearably suffocating, as though he has you locked in place just by his gaze alone.

“N-No.” You stutter, and your hand goes flying to the back to grip the edge of the countertop until the tension colours your knuckles white.

As you finally muster the courage to look away from his eyes, the bad shivers run down your spine as you become rattled by the cold derisive chuckles emitting from him. “No?”

At the moment he grabs your chin tightly with his fingers, your heart rattles in your ribcage as he forces you to meet his eyes once more, and this time, contemptuousness hardens his sneering features.

“You think you’re so cute, acting all tough earlier. Now look at you.” Mockery drips from his tone while his deep voice manages to have an impact on you despite the commotion in the background.

Unfortunately for you, the people in your vicinity seem to mind their own business, and some are slowly making their way out of the area. Even the bartenders have gone to the personnel backroom, leaving you completely vulnerable and easily preyed on by the very man looming ominously before you without your friends in sight as well.

You muster courage while releasing a shaky breath. “Get away from me, Park Sunghoon.”

“You dare to make demands now?” Sunghoon’s chuckles sound so lethally cold that your instinct is imploring you to run from him. Your breath hitches in your throat when his fingers make their ascent to your jawline until they reach your ear and sensually stroke the shell. “Keep them coming, because I’m getting real impressed by your audacity, princess.”

The endearment strikes a chord in you, and you swear it sounds oddly familiar to him because it reminds you of one of the predators who chased after you on Devil’s Night. Silver.

“Get away from me, please.” You repeat your plea, but only this time you decide to display your desperation, which softens your features.

“I don’t think so, not until you finally get this into your fucking skull.” Sunghoon says lowly, the familiar cruelty forms a smirk on his lips. You attempt to jerk your head away from him, and he effortlessly cups the cusps of your jaw, holding you in place. “The next time you have the audacity to make demands, you'll do well to remember who I am and that I fucking own you now.”

An anger flares behind your irises. “I don’t belong to any man, and especially not to you.” You manage to deliver your vehemence to him despite the fear that is raging within you. Mustering courage, you glare at him. “For your information, I’m not an object, nor am I a girl with no dignity for you to toy around with. Now, if you’ll excuse me, you’re invading my personal space.”

You force yourself to shove past him, hitting his shoulder roughly as you meander your way to the restroom, which is nearly in the secluded, dimly lit area of the bar, wanting to get away from him before he completely suffocates you with his domineering emanation.

Of course, there is absolutely no way he would follow you all the way here─

A firm hand latches onto your arm, startling you greatly as your heart lurches in your chest, and before you can make any protest, he rips off any opportunity for you to do so as he quickly drags you over to the gentleman's toilet and pushes you roughly inside, nearly sending you to tumble, but he is swift enough to steady you.

“Sunghoon─” You gasp at the impact as soon as he slams you against the wall, which is undoubtedly unsanitary, and the unpleasant smell of faint piss and vomit that pervades the space is revolting to you, as evident in the grimace colouring your face.

“You can’t just drag me whenever you want! And for that matter, we’re in the guys toilet!” You hiss at him, your heart pounding hard against your chest at the palpable tension that is slowly deriving from the glaring contest both of you are in, as does the close proximity. “I’m leaving.”

“You’re not going anywhere until I’m done with you.” He snarls coldly just as you are about to walk past him, grabbing you by the arm again and nearly pinning you against the wall, but this time, you gasp in utter shock when his hand grabs a fistful of your hair and tugs it hard to the back.

The back of your eyes burns at the stinging pain in your scalp. There is not an ounce of clemency in the way he is treating you, matching the sentiments reflecting in his steely eyes. “What do you want from me?” You ask in a whimper, your hand flies to the back and claws at his, denoting him to release you.

“I already told you, princess, that I own you.” He smirks cruelly, his eyes holding indifferently upon seeing your glistening ones staring into his, pleading. “Now that Simon and his two bitch friends are gone, good fucking riddance, you’ll be dealing with me now. Meet your worst nightmare, Y/N Kang.”

“Why are you doing this? I did nothing to you.” You whisper weakly, allowing a traitorous tear to betray your semblance of bravery.

“You always piss me off, princess. You didn’t think you could get away after your display of defiance earlier, did you?” He takes you by surprise as he moves you over to the sink and turns you around before forcing you to bend down until your boobs are mashing against the top beside the sink, with his palm on your back firmly pressing you down.

A painful whimper clogs at your throat as soon as he grabs a fistful of your hair once more and tugs it to the back until you are able to meet his cruel gaze in the mirror. The red LED fluorescence illuminates his face, complementing the menacing ambience he exudes from behind you. You ignore the way your heart flutters at how oddly attractive he looks in the red luminance with the smirk on his handsome countenance.

“I’m a man of my words, so when I said that I would do you much worse, then you best believe that I will.” His tone is laced with malicious intent that is nearly resonating throughout these septic walls. You bite down your bottom lip until you swear it draws blood as you withstand the pain at the moment he tugs at your hair again. “You’re going to be my bitch and do exactly as I say from this moment onwards.”

“S-Sunghoon, please.” You whimper, your hands are outstretched in front of you, clawing on the surface in an attempt to seek some semblance of alleviation from his cruelty to you.

“I haven’t even done anything yet, and you’re already begging?” Sunghoon cold chuckles ring through your ears and send goosebumps on your skin. “Oh, princess, you’ll be doing a lot of begging.”

You exhale in relief as soon as he releases your hair, but his hand makes its descent to your neck. His long, slender fingers curl around your neck in a threatening manner while you still have your head raised.

The pressure he adds to your constricted neck causes your back to arch just slightly, but this catches his attention and subsequently arouses an emotion he thought wouldn’t surface at the sight of your curve accentuated by the mere action of your arching.

“Sunghoon.” Your gasping plea goes unheard by him as his eyes darken with lust while his mind is imbued by the concoction of eroticism and repugnance at the sight of you being utterly helpless under him, arousing the image of you being fucked by him from the back at this very moment while his palm covers your mouth to muffle out your moans.

Once he returns his gaze to the mirror, his dick twitches beneath the confines of his garments. Even the sight of your eyes glistening with tears right now fuels his avidity for destroying your pussy, destroying you.

Sunghoon leans down, his chest pressing against your spine, and his hard-on allows you to feel him distinctly. Your eyes widen in shock at the unmistakable sensation of his dick beneath the layers of his garments pressing into your ass cheeks, and you swear you can almost feel how thick he is. Perhaps even thicker than Jake’s.

Your heart remains pounding hard out of fear and involuntary anticipation as he angles his head to brush his warm lips against the shell of your earlobe. “Now, princess,” He begins to speak in a deep, gravelly voice while he tightens your neck, nearly blocking the airways and bringing more unshed tears to your eyes. “You’re mine to be dealt with for now. Whatever you do, don’t piss me off, and it would be wise for you to heed my command.”

The moment he releases your throat, you gasp loudly for air, but he is quick to cover your mouth and nose with his palm, muffling any noise from you. Goosebumps arise on the surface of your skin as his other hand touches your ass cheek to give it a sensual rub.

He continues to speak beside your ear as his hot breath hits your skin. “If I tell you to bend over, you will bend over. If I tell you to crawl for me, you will crawl. If I tell you to get down on your fucking knees, you will get down on your knees.” He takes you by surprise when he nips at your earlobe. His eyes meet yours once more in the mirror, patronising you with a smile. “Look at yourself right now. You look pathetic, princess.”

You should be despising his assault and every word he spoke to you, but an involuntary yet familiar arousal stirs in your core while his palm on your ass that is rubbing sensually leaves you yearning for more, yearning for him to touch you where you want him too.

“You’re going to take everything I give to you like a good fucking girl you are, understood?” His low growl sparks something in you amidst your fear, which you discern as excitement.

Your eyes are dazed with forbidden desire for the man behind you as you stare at him in the mirror, and hearing no response from you, he presses his body into you deep, causing your hip bone to hit the edge of the sink painfully while his fingernails are digging into your clothed bum as he grips it tight. “Understood?”

You nod your head frantically while your ‘yes’ sounds muffled by his palm. Something stirs within you again when you catch a glimpse of satisfaction in his eyes before he releases you and leaves you to finally gasp for air. You slap down your palm on the surface in an attempt to assist yourself in raising your body, wincing at the painful throb in your hip bone from the prior impact.

“Sunghoon─” You are left speechless when he spins you around and places both hands on your waist to hoist you, settling you on the surface next to the sink. Despite being seated, he manages to tower over you by a few inches.

Sunghoon forces your legs to part as he stands in between them, the lack of space between your bodies is nearly nonexistent while you become lightheaded by his cologne and cigarette scent.

His hand latches on your nape while the other brushes your brunette waves to the side before he angles your neck to his preference, causing you to arch and strain your neck due to his firm grip, allowing his eyes to feast on the porcelain skin that was once bearing Jake’s marks.

The moment his warm lips come into contact with your skin, where your pulse is, you gasp softly in shock, unable to comprehend the fact that the very guy who despises you is kissing your neck. “W-What are you doing?” You ask shakily while you make feeble attempts at pushing him away, but your body betrays you, succumbing to his allure.

“I’m leaving my mark on you.” His murmurs against your skin send familiar shivers to you. He doesn’t say anything next, only administering his kisses and licks on your skin before stopping at a specific spot on your neck.

You can’t help but release breathy moans at the heavenly sensation of his lips kissing and his teeth nipping your skin while your chest heaves up and down. Feeling his arm slithers around your waist, you arch your back and allow him to pull you closer until the heat of both of your cores hits and brushes against each other.

Trepidation sizzles through you when a commotion of laughter can be heard faintly from the outside. “Sunghoon, someone might walk in on us.” You whisper fearfully to him, and yet, you find yourself grinding your clothed cunt against his hardened dick that is in dire need of being freed from the confines.

Sunghoon simply ignores you, sucking your skin hard, which elicits another moan from you while you don’t stop grinding on him, needing to feel some form of friction to relieve your aching clit.

After what feels like forever, his wet muscle licks your now-bruised skin as though to balm it. Tears of frustration prickle in the corners of your eyes when he steps away from you, just before you can even reach the peak of your orgasm. When your gaze settles on his face, you notice how swollen his pink lips are as they upturn to a smirk upon seeing his masterpiece on your skin.

Getting off the countertop, you turn around to get a better look at yourself, and when your eyes land on your neck, your lips go parted, dumbfounded by how explicit his mark looks on your skin, which is sheening with the residue of his saliva. Fresh, purple-red hickey that you know will probably take a week or two to fade.

“No.” Your whisper of mortification elicits more contentment from him as his smirk widens.

Your breath hitches in your throat when he presses his body into you from behind, his hand on your bare waist holding you in place firmly while the other brushes your hair away from obscuring his mark on your skin.

“Oh, yes, princess.” He croons to you, obviously taunting you. His dark gaze holds so much danger as he meets your glistening eyes. “This will serve you as a reminder every time you look at yourself in the mirror that you belong to me.”

“But my friends─ they─” Panic settles on your chest while your voice remains shaken from the aftermath. “They’ll see it.”

“That sounds like a ‘you’ problem, princess.” His fang-like teeth peek as he chuckles lethally softly. “Now, if you try to escape from me, know that there’ll be consequences.” He can’t resist himself the longer his gaze remains lingering on your dainty neck, so he leans in to kiss on your hickey, causing your body to jolt slightly from the abrupt sensation of his warm lips once more.

“Yeonjun will be hosting a pool party at the resort chalet his parents owned, so I’ll be expecting to see you there.” He murmurs as soon as he pulls away from you.

You swallow harshly in an attempt to moisturise your dry throat as you lock eyes with him in the mirror. “Why are you doing this? I thought you hated me.”

“I still do, which is why I’m doing this.” He smiles coldly in response. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be crawling back for more.”

You hold your chin up in subtle defiance. “No, I won’t.”

“Don’t fool yourself. Deep down, you know you want me.” He scoffs lightly. “Now off you go.”

You don’t need him to tell you twice as you flee the gentleman's toilet. Panic returns to your chest as you spot your friends by the bar, drinking and conversing amiably amongst each other.

You clench a fist, ruminating whether to head over to them or just leave the bar and walk back to your dorm since it will take no more than twenty minutes from the bar. Heeding your intuition, you whip out your phone to send Karina a text while making your departure from the establishment.

Y/N: Hey, I’m calling it a night. KARINA: So soon? Where are you now? I’ll drive you back. Y/N: It’s fine! I’ve already headed outside. Don’t worry about me, and just enjoy the night with the girls. KARINA: If you say so. Just text me once you arrive at our dorm.

Little do you know that you have forgotten to text her when you step foot into your room as you are preoccupied in the bathroom, relieving yourself to attain the orgasm Sunghoon ripped from you.

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that he is unable to erase the image of your pliant body being forced to be bent down by him, and the tears that leaked from your eyes as you stared at him in the mirror undoubtedly stirred an arousal within him, but even in his slumber, you managed to appear in his dream, resulting in him waking up with a fucking morning wood.

The steam from the hot shower begins to fog in the spacious bathroom as the water continues to run while he remains stark naked, his palm pressing firmly onto the tempered glass as he continues to masturbate.

A muscle pulses in his chiselled jaw while his eyes darken with a carnal lust as he recalls the delirious dream of him giving you backshots with your arms locked in place on your back as he delivers unforgiving thrusts into your cunt while you were fucked dumb by him, moaning and blabbering incoherent words.

Never has Sunghoon ever thought that you would be his wet fucking dream.

Droplets of the steaming moisture drip down his neck to his chest as he throws his head to the back, grunting out a moan at the moment his orgasm reaches its peak before familiar white essence sprouts from his engorged cock, aiming messily everywhere, staining the shower tiles and the tempered glass.

Fuck, it has been more than awhile since he came hard like that, and he’s not even the slightest bit satisfied. Sure, he could get any other girl to satisfy his libido and get them to suck him off, but it has been long since he even lured any girls to his bed since he decided to cease his fuckboy tendencies.

In the beginning, it was exhilarating to lure those girls to his bed without any effort, and the sex was good since he managed to fuck different girls with different kinks, which subsequently led to him exploring and developing kinks of his preference. But as time passed, it got tedious. It was always the same boring shit, but mainly because those girls’ vigours matched with his, which is confounding. Every other fuckboy would want girls to match the level of his energy.

However, Sunghoon wanted something different for once. He didn’t want to fuck girls who were the same stereotypical flirtatious and vivacious kind, but at the same time, he also had no idea what type of girls he wanted. Hence, he decided to put an end to his renowned fuckboy reputation.

No girl could ever satisfy him in the way he desired.

That was until now. As your beautiful face with crystalline tears glistening on your cheeks appears in his mind once more, his once softened dick twitches.

Shaking his head, he quickly rinses himself and any evidence of his stained cum in any parts of the shower before grabbing the towel at the side to dry himself and making an exit out of the shower room.

With the towel hanging loosely below his waist, Sunghoon raises an eyebrow upon seeing Jake, clad in denims, sauntering around his room and seeming to be inspecting anything that captures his attention as though he is in an art exhibition.

“The fuck you’re doing here?” Sunghoon asks in a grumble, completely undeterred by Jake’s gaze on his half-naked glory, while he makes his way to his closet room, which is situated across from the shower room, which he finds tedious.

Since they have been living in this very palace where they hosted Devil’s Night, the rooms each of the leaders occupied are equivalently massive.

Jake is unfazed by Sunghoon’s vulgarity since it’s the way he is, watching as the latter ventures into the wonder of his closet. “Are you staying overnight at the resort?”

Sunghoon manages to catch on to his inquiry despite his hands being occupied with searching for some good fits. “Maybe? It depends if I’m too lazy or not to head back to the palace. Why?”

Jake heaves a sigh, his fingers running through his long, tousled strands. “I don’t know if I should go.”

Silence is all Jake receives for a protracted moment before he hears some shuffling, prompting him to look up and spot Sunghoon, now decked out in all-leather, exiting his closet.

“Why?” Sunghoon asks, frowning while drying his damp hair with the towel.

“Because Hana will be there.” Jake groans, inviting himself to plop down on Sunghoon’s bed with the sheets now crinkled beneath his weight, which elicits a scowl from the latter since he is particular about neatness.

“Hana who?” Sunghoon’s tone denotes that he couldn’t care less about the unfamiliar name.

“The girl I used to make Y/N jealous.” Jake’s admission has Sunghoon diverting his full attention to him. Jake’s tongue hits the roof of his mouth, his annoyance is more than apparent. “She won’t stop pestering me and just won’t get the fucking hint that I’m not into her.”

“Wait, you used this Hana to make Y/N jealous?” Amusement is laced in Sunghoon’s tone as he stands across from Jake. Sunghoon’s interest in the matter is piqued. “So did that happen on the same day Beomgyu saw her cry and informed Heeseung?”

“Yeah.” Jake clenches his jaw. “Now I’m starting to regret picking Hana out of all the girls.”

“Pray tell, why did you decide to make Y/N jealous?” Sunghoon cracks a grin despite his curiosity. Jake’s silence draws a scoff from Sunghoon. “Come on, man. You can always tell me.”

“Yeah...that's not happening.” Jake tells him flatly before rising from the bed and making his departure from Sunghoon’s room. “See you there.”

Annoyance seeps into Sunghoon at Jake’s blatant avoidance of the topic since yesterday, when Heeseung confronted him. A part of him really couldn’t care less and is only driven to achieve his goal by doing his part, but another part of him remains lingering with curiosity about what exactly happened and why.

Just then, your face appears in his mind, and he wastes no time to grab his phone by the nightstand and go to your contact to send a message. Sunghoon got your number from Jake, though the latter seemed rather reluctant to give him what he wanted.

SUNGHOON: I’ll be seeing you at the resort chalet. You do know where it’s at, right? Or do you need me to fetch you? This is Sunghoon, by the way.

Surprise tinges in his chest when you respond to him more quickly than he expected.

Y/N: How did you get my number???? SUNGHOON: I have my sources, princess. Y/N: Okay, totally not creepy at all, and stop calling me princess. SUNGHOON: I can call you whatever the fuck I want. Now, answer my question. Y/N: You’re so demanding. Yes, I know where it’s at. I’ll be going with Karina and the other girls. SUNGHOON: Good. Text me once you arrive, and then I’ll tell you where to meet me. Y/N: But I don’t wanna….. SUNGHOON: You have no choice, princess. Have you forgotten what I told you last night? Y/N: Fine, fine. Just please don’t be so obvious. I don’t want any of the girls to find out about this. SUNGHOON: Again, princess, it sounds like a ‘you’ problem. Y/N: I don’t like you, you know that? SUNGHOON: The feeling’s mutual.

To say you are in a predicament is an understatement. Not once have you stepped foot outside of your room since you woke up, and you don't dare to either, especially when the hickey on your neck is glaringly conspicuous.

With your bottom lip tucked between your teeth, you have been prancing around your room that if your soft toys, which are arrayed meticulously on your bed, could magically talk, they would probably tell you to sit your ass down as you’re making them dizzy by your unceasing prancing.

You worry gravely that your hickey being seen by your best friends will result in another altercation, and you fear that Wonyoung and even Yunjin might grow to resent you for such indecent conduct that was not expected from you.

You tried applying an excessive amount of concealer, but it was rendered useless because, no matter what, the hickey would remain noticeable. As you are mindlessly fiddling with the silver cross hanging from your neck, you release an annoyed sigh while a growing headache begins to form that is in a muddle of tumultuous emotions.

You blame Park Sunghoon for leaving his ludicrous mark on your neck.

Speaking of him, you halt your steps, your eyes glancing down at your phone screen that displays Sunghoon’s last text. You have an inkling that he must’ve gotten your number from Jake. You ignore the throbbing ache afflicting your heart at the thought of Jake.

Not only are you caught up in a predicament with the unresolved issue between you, Wonyoung and Yunjin, as your friendship with them is strained, but that predicament also includes your heartbreak inflicted by your ex-crush and your cluttered feelings for the guy who hates you.

For once, you genuinely want to scream and pour out your pent-up emotions that are brimming, but you maintain decorum. Your stomach grumbles with a low growl for the third time, denoting that it needs to be stuffed with food.

It’s like there is a lightbulb switch in you. You nod your head to yourself, agreeing that the reason you’re feeling all angsty is because you've neglected your hunger since morning. After all, you’re a major foodie.

You rummage through your closet to grab a baby pink hooded sweater before wearing it with the hood covering your head. You examine yourself in the mirror, adjusting the collar in an attempt to cover up the hickey with the additional help of your hair, which you let loose.

Although uncertainty remains lingering in the air, you decide that this will do it. Plus, you can’t afford to neglect your hunger any longer, as it gnaws in your tummy relentlessly.

Your heart pounds against your chest as you slowly push down the handle before opening the door. With your head peeking outside, you can hear the sound emitting from the television. You look across you, where the door to Wonyoung’s room is ajar.

With an inaudible sigh, you proceed to leave your comfort zone. Like a clandestine spy on a mission, every step you take is light, moving stealthily. The only goal you have in mind is to get to the kitchen and cook something you hope will be edible, considering that cooking is not your expertise.

When you reach the living room, you notice that the couch is vacant, leaving only the television playing the drama idly for no one. Naturally, you loosen every tension in your muscles and lower your guards before making a beeline for the kitchen.

You have been craving your comfort food, and so you proceed to make yourself a bowl of instant ramyeon. Although you’re not supposed to indulge your cravings since you’re somewhat on a diet, you can’t help it.

Since cooking instant ramyeon is convenient, time passes quickly, and you are finally seated on the high stool by the kitchen island with the steaming bowl of ramyeon in front of you.

Just as you are about to take a slurp of the noodle, your body goes frigid at the sound of footsteps approaching the living room and their voices teeming in the cold air. You decide to act as normally as you can before taking your first slurp.

“A certain someone is finally out of hibernation, I see.” Karina’s voice is laced with mischief as she teases you, prompting you to look up and spot her entering the kitchen with Yunjin and Wonyoung trailing behind her.

“I was tired.” You tell her with a faint smile, disregarding Wonyoung’s eyes that are attentively trained on your face, whereas Yunjin heads for the refrigerator.

“So you decided to sleep in until noon?” Wonyoung’s tone causes you to flinch lightly at how sharp it is.

Although there is sadness, annoyance overweighs your entire senses towards Wonyoung’s change of behaviour when it comes to you.

”Give me a break. It’s a Saturday.” You say dryly without sparing a glance at her as you slurp your noodles. It’s flavorful, indeed, but it does nothing to distract from the tension that you can discern between you and Wonyoung.

Wonyoung doesn’t like your tone, not one bit, as evident by her sharp gaze on your face. “You don’t usually wake up this late, Y/N. Seriously, what’s going on with you?”

“Everything is fine.” You grit your teeth in annoyance, slowly losing your appetite. “Just let this drop, Wonyoung.”

“If everything is fine, then why are you wearing a hoodie when the temperature is not even cold?” Wonyoung remains vehement, irking you greatly.

“Yeah, what’s with the hoodie?” Yunjin joins, though by her nervous chuckles, it’s clear that she doesn’t wish for things to escalate into some altercation just like the other night. “New look?”

“You girls seriously need to lay it off.” You finally divert your full attention to them. “I don’t get why you are so insistent about trifling matters like this.”

“It isn’t trifling when you’ve been acting all weird.” Wonyoung raises her voice just slightly. Her glaring eyes meet yours. “Ever since you slept with Jake, you’ve become a little different. It’s like I almost don’t recognise you.”

“Wony’s right, Y/N.” Yunjin says quietly, and despite her tone remaining neutral, you hate the way she is looking at you right now, the sentiment matches Wonyoung’s. “You’re different now.”

“I’m not.” You object vehemently, and by now, your ramyeon is forgotten as you are preoccupied with defending yourself. “I can assure you that I have not changed. Ask Rina!”

“If you asked me, I’d say you’ve changed a little, but in a good way.” Karina adorns a grin, unaffected by the sizzling tension between you and Wonyoung. Karina darts her eyes between Wonyoung and Yunjin at their glare on her face. “What? Come on! Aren’t you girls glad that Y/N finally knows how to have fun? Speaking of which, Y/N! You definitely need to wear this dress I got for you to Yeonjun’s pool party.”

“She’s going to Yeonjun’s pool party?” Wonyoung’s high-pitched tone denotes disbelief. “And you’re encouraging her when you’re supposed to be on our side?”

“Is there a problem if I go to Yeonjun’s pool party?” You ask Wonyoung, your chin has a tilting defiance. “You and Yunjin are going too, so I don’t see why I can’t go.”

“It’s a pool party, Y/N! It’s not your type of scene! You’re not even brave enough to wear a bikini!” Wonyoung displays her exasperation. “Plus, the senior knights will obviously be there, including Jake!”

You scoff out a dry laugh. “If you’re worried about me bumping into Jake, don’t be. I don’t have any intention to associate myself with him anymore.”

“Did something happen?” Yunjin takes a step forward upon noticing the fleeting heartbreak in your eyes.

Before you can speak, Karina intervenes loudly. “Oh, look at the time! We really need to start getting dressed up and stuff.” She chuckles before directing her eyes to yours, and you instantly receive her silent message.

You take down a mental note to return for the remnants of your ramyeon later, as you get off the stool. Just as you walk past Wonyoung, you spare her a glance. “Maybe you don’t know me, but I can be brave at times, Wonyoung.”

In return, Wonyoung chuckles coldly at you, and the disappointment can be seen in her eyes. “You’re right. Maybe I don’t know you at all, because I only know the old Y/N Kang.”

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Can we get a delinquent yan fic?

-love your writing^^

I'll make this into part 2 of the delinquent headcanons, hope that's alright with you anon!

✎ yandere! delinquent headcanons PT.2 . . .

✎ warnings . . .

― possesiveness, stalking, slight nsfw etc.

(gn! reader x male yandere! oc)

✎ yandere! delinquent who secretly looks up to you. I mean, you're the whole package! smart, hot, strong... wait why's he thinking of you like this?!

✎ yandere! delinquent who tries to improve himself because he heard you tell your friend that you liked good boys. do you think he's a good boy? please say that he's a good boy.

✎ yandere! delinquent who is like an obedient puppy whenever he's with you. while yes, he still likes to pick fights every now and then, if you told him to shut up and sit in the corner he's going to do just that.

✎ yandere! delinquent who is a mega big tsundere and can't find it in himself to try and further your relationship. it's such a shame that he can't confidently talk to you about anything else other than fighting and being rowdy :(

✎ yandere! delinquent who really likes it when you tease him. especially when you use pet names like babygirl. he secretly enjoys it a lot and uses it as uh, good stuff for special times!!

✎ yandere! delinquent who stalks you around the school and occasionally out of school. he just wants you to be safe, that's all! who knows whether there would be some random bully who would try their luck with you >:(

✎ yandere! delinquent who always interrupts your conversation with others whenever the other person starts to ramble about their feelings for you. like stop, stop, stop! you belonged to him! that's final! even if he wasn't really officially yours yet but still!

✎ yandere! delinquent who really tries to get rid of his old ways because he wants you to praise him. like, isn't he a good boy? he's not picking fights with anyone else anymore!

✎ yandere! delinquent who approaches you to request for tutoring sessions, albeit a little reluctantly. however when the two of you are actually in the tutoring session, he can't help but let his mind wander about the things he would let you do to him...

✎ yandere! delinquent who really just can't confess to you about his feelings. looks like you'll have to be the bigger person and confront him about it! hopefully your reaction is positive because otherwise, delinquent will revert back to his old ways, if not worse :)

✎ "president, c-can you help me check my work...? w-what?! NO! I meant to say that I wanted a rematch!"

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pastxlscorp · 3 years

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Bully! Mitsuya (pt.4)

Chapter IV: Covetous

✿ Word Count: 4.8k

✿ Pairing: Takashi Mitsuya x fem. reader

✿ Topics covered: (Eventual) Enemies to lovers trope, Y/N POV, Slow-burn, tsundere-Mitsuya, bully! Mitsuya, fem. reader, manga spoilers, slight angst, cussing / use of derogatory terms, kissing n shiz

┃ “LET’S GET THIS SHIT STARTED!!!!”

The party had already begun, but this announcement only caused the growing excitement and hype to bubble up until the entire party bursted with energy. Speakers were already pounding, the house was filled to the brim, glasses clinking as everyone began drinking even though it was barely 20 minutes into the party. All throughout the house were LED lights, all illuminating beautiful shades of purple, providing a charming chemistry and setting the mood for the sensual tension that was bound to happen as the night began. Mikey’s voice beamed with excitement, his voice vibrating within his throat, his friends giggles and chuckles filling the background, already content with Mikey’s attitude.

Attending said party was supposed to be Mikey’s friends, but as custom tradition, he usually got too drunk on the hype and would let anyone in to get the energy flowing. His friends would invite their friends, and their friends would invite their friends, and next thing they all knew, the house had been filled in the blink of an eye. The real eye candy of the party, however, remained only Mikey and his friends. “Mikey,” true name Manjiro Sano, was known as the Tokyo Manji Gang’s commander but at his college, he was known as the delinquent everyone hated yet swooned for once he opened his mouth. He was seeking to become a personal trainer, thanks to the adrenaline he got from gang fights, he thought he might as well put his skills to good use. His classmates found him quite annoying, always stealing people’s food and intruding on conversations. However, he’d open his mouth and music would spill out, the vibrato of his voice mesmerizing them all, leaving them speechless and dumb, unable to comprehend anything that he was even saying. There was something so cute yet so hot-- no, charming about the way he spoke. He’d call everyone nicknames, but when he’d call someone by said nickname, their heart would be pumping out of their chest, focusing on his shirt that covered his chiseled chest muscles unfairly underneath. Ask anyone, he’s the most annoying shit you’d ever meet in your life-- but god, what a specimen.

“Draken,” named after his signature dragon tattoo, located on the temple of his shaved head. His real name was Ken Ryuguji, but nobody called him that except for Mikey, who referred to him as “Ken-chin.” Draken was not a college student like his friends, he saw it as unnecessary since he wanted to be a mechanic. He was already well known throughout the community for his skills, so he saw it as a “waste of time” to get all “professional” about it. On the other hand, his girlfriend, Emma Sano, wanted to become a beauty guru. She was currently attending cosmetology school and was getting picked up by trending influencers or celebrities to prepare them for galas or parties. He couldn’t have been more proud of her, and she couldn’t have been more proud of herself. Mikey was especially proud of them both, happy to see his best friend and sister having the relationship he dreamed of them having.

Pah-chin and Peh-yan had both become experts in the real-estate field and were currently the richest amongst the friend group. Pah had quit Toman after his arrest, wanting to avoid any further additions to his police record. Peh-yan, loyal to his best friend, had done the same. However, they were still close with everyone, they just remained inactive within Toman. “Mucho”, true name Yasuhiro Muto, along with Smiley and Angry, on the other hand, were still active in Toman.

Similar to Mikey, Mucho had decided to put his strength to good use and frequently switched between a bouncer and a bodyguard. At least, he used to, until he “enthusiastically” told his friends he was offered to become the permanent bodyguard of a growing actress. “Enthusiastic” as in a slight raise in the pitch of his voice with a small smile, otherwise there was no noticeable difference in his face. Not even bothering to mention said actress, his friends all cheered and tackled the large man to the ground with hugs and pats. “Smiley” and “Angry,” otherwise known as Nahoya and Souya Kawata had both followed in Hakkai’s footsteps by becoming the well-known twin models. Hakkai had pointed out that since they always matched outfits and had a unique sense of style, they could easily dominate the model industry, which is exactly what they did.

Keisuke Baji, Kazutora Hanemiya, and Chifuyu Matsuno, dear god-- the womanizers all in a singular group. Keisuke Baji had skipped college similar to Draken, finding success without a degree being a boxer. He had found boxing was a healthy way, as Kazutora and Chifuyu noted, of expressing his violent tendencies. He had been picked up by several companies for his fighting abilities, and was even given an offer to become a wrestler, since he certainly had a stage presence. He was still deciding on the offer, unsure if being a wrestler was something he really wanted to do. No matter his decision, he still had his boyfriends to support him through it all. Kazutora and Chifuyu had both decided to become detectives, wanting to put those who’ve done wrong behind bars. They had only recently just became detectives after passing the promotional exam, which almost gave Kazutora a stroke-- he cried to Baji and Chifuyu after the exam was over and kept insisting he failed it. Prior to Chifuyu’s promotion, he served as a business advisor for Takemichi.

Leading on to Takemichi Hanagaki, Takemichi had become a well-known business man and rose to be the CEO of a company referred to as “Crybaby corporated,” which served the purpose of creating toys and materials for children and teenagers to be happy. Chifuyu served as his business advisor, even though they constantly referred to each other as partners. Takemichi officially wanted to make Chifuyu his business partner and share profits, but Chifuyu had opened up about his desire to be a detective and thus, he held back his offer and encouraged Chifuyu to pursue his dreams. Hinata Tachibana, Takemichi’s girlfriend, had succeeded in becoming a nurse a few months ago. Her dream was to always help people, and they both cried about it when she finally completed her residency.

You would think, having their lives so put together, they would’ve abolished Toman. Far from it, the gang was still very much active, but had the goal of punishing the younger delinquents and keeping the rival gangs in line. Mikey served as Toman’s Commander, Draken served as the Vice-Commander, Baji served as the 1st Division Captain with Chifuyu being his Vice-Captain, Takashi serving as the 2nd Division Captain with Hakkai being his Vice-Captain, and the list goes on. Everyone’s positions were very much the same, except Pah-chin had resigned his position to Kazutora. He was hesitant in doing so but was encouraged by the others, insisting Kazutora’s past was behind him and he could be trusted. Surprisingly, nobody had been arrested other than Pah-chin and Kazutora, after he turned himself in believing he had killed Baji. They all had grown smarter as they aged and knew where to host fights without any police interference. Their education and career paths also put them off the radar, harshly juxtaposing their constant police suspicion in their youth.

Arriving back to the party, this friend group had remained tight with one another since the beginning of the party. They refused to separate with one another, having too much fun drinking and gossiping with dancing in the mix. Mitsuya avoided any contact with Takemichi, still not over his irrational hatred for the man. The tension seemed to be completely invisible to the rest of the group, but Takemichi wasn’t stupid. Everyone continued chatting, giggling and exchanging with the group-- that is, everyone except Hakkai, which Mitsuya instantly noticed. He confided in the others that he had ditched Hakkai after class yesterday to sleep with someone, worried that Hakkai was still upset at him. All of them replying with a look of disapproval, others giving smug smirks as they nudged Mitsuya.

┃ “Oi, Mitsuya. What you doin’ messing with the ladies? More importantly, was it that important that you couldn’t let Hakkai know in advance?”

┃ “Ignore Ken-Chin, did you have a fun time Mitsuya? When’s the date? Details Mitsuya, details~”

┃ “I agree with Mikey, Mitsuya-kun! Who’s the lovely lady? Do we know her?” Emma persisted, the others mimicking her behavior by bombarding Mitsuya with questions.

┃ “There was nothing between us, I just needed to… get my mind off of something.”

Silence enveloped their circle, processing Mitsuya’s words carefully. It was unlike Mitsuya to be so reckless, so apathetic towards sex. It was no surprise Mitsuya was a womanizer, but he rarely slept with women unless he had a genuine romantic interest in them, or was filled by lust. His response, it displayed pure arrogance and disassociation, as if he derived no pleasure from this session at all. Worried looks began to be exchanged amongst the group, questioning glances to what was the source of Mitsuya’s stress. Before they could begin to question, the door creaked open, revealing the late guests to the party-- it was more of a club night at that point.

┃ “Hey babes, did ya miss me?”

They all began to laugh, rushing over to greet Hakkai at the front door. Only upon greeting Hakkai did they notice a woman hiding behind him, clearly uncomfortable with the stares she was getting from them.

┃ “Hakkai, who is your friend? She’s awfully beautiful.” Mikey quickly questioned, footsteps began approaching you as he wore his friendly smile.

┃ “This is (Y/N), she’s my date for tonight! She’s so lovely.” Hakkai said, faking his enamored tone, to which earned a giggle from you, all of which to Mitsuya’s dismay.

┃ “Ah, Y/N! I didn’t even recognize you, you look drop-dead stunning, girl! I’m not used to seeing you with makeup, all dressed up.” Emma replied, taking a few moments to admire you and your figure before reaching out to clasp your hands and bring you into a hug.

┃ “Y’know her, Emma?” Draken questioned, his curiosity beginning to peak even more. He hadn’t heard that Hakkai was interested in someone, nor was he dating someone. He peaked over to look at his best friend, only to see Mitsuya looked just as lost as he did, his eyebrows furrowed, fist clenching and strangling the phone that resided within it.

┃ “Mhm, she played for the varsity volleyball team, we played against each other a few times. She’s super strong!” Emma teased, earning her a slap on her right shoulder as she pulled you closer to her, her arm wrapped around your shoulders. Noticing the tensious environment as everyone began to notice Mitsuya’s growing anger, Mucho quickly stepped in.

┃ “Anyone important to Hakkai is important to us. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/N.”

Everyone nodded and introduced themselves individually to you, which made your heart warm at their kindness. You avoided any possible eye contact with Mitsuya, but you could feel his eyes burning holes right through you. He admired your figure in the outfit, only causing his hostility to grow, seeing how you dressed up for Hakkai. As they began to introduce themselves to you, Mitsuya quickly took the opportunity to beckon Hakkai over. Hakki obediently followed him as Mitsuya dragged him to the drink stand, far enough to get out of Draken’s nosy eavesdrop zone.

┃ “The fuck are you doing, Hakkai?”

┃ “I’m at a party with my friends and my date. What’s the problem, Taka-chan?”

┃ “Damnit Hakkai, you dense bastard! I told you she’s nothing but a slut, you just walked in her trap! She’s just trying to-”

┃ “Trying to what, Taka-chan?” The sudden harshness in Hakkai’s voice becoming evident to Mitsuya, which made him swallow as he continued, holding himself together.

┃ “She’s just trying to take advantage of you Hakkai. Listen, I’m just looking out for you.”

┃ “Has she ever slept with you, Mitsuya?”

┃ “What? No, god, no. I’d never sleep with a whore-”

┃ “Because if I didn’t know any better...” Hakkai interrupted him, making it quite obvious he was tired of Mitsuya’s smack talk regarding you.

┃ “It would seem like you just want her all for yourself, no?”

┃ “W-what? Did she tell you that? That bitch, she’s trying to turn you against me Hakkai, you need to lis-”

┃ “She ain’t tell me nuthin’, Mitsuya. Your behavior speaks louder than your words ever could. You got a crush on my date, huh? That why you been bullyin’ her all the damn time? She don’t want you? It upsets you that she’s all dolled up for me, not you? Does that bother you, Mitsuya?”

Silence enveloped the room, what seemed like an eternity as Mitsuya’s thoughts scattered into incomprehensible fragments, Hakkai suddenly bursts out laughing.

┃ “I’m just messin’ with ya, Taka-chan! But in all seriousness, give Y/N a chance. I know ya don’t like her much n’ I’m not really sure why, but really, she’s a big sweetheart.” Hakkai grins, leaving a harsh pat on Mitsuya’s back as he walks back to the friend group, giving you a subtle wink confirming your little “date” was enough to piss Mitsuya off.

Oh, the night was just beginning.

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The party wasn’t as drama-inducing as you expected. Hakkai’s plan had made it sound foolproof-- the two of you would arrive all dressed up and a few minutes late. Arriving late would offer an opportunity for implications, which no doubt would infuriate Mitsuya even further. When you questioned Hakkai if he really wanted to do this, Hakkai had claimed that it was his idea, therefore it was fine.

┃ “He can’t just get off for bullying ya, Y/N. He’ll get no repercussions, and that’s not my style. I love Taka-chan dearly, I really do, but this is… this is unacceptable, Y/N! We’re getting REVEEEEENGEEE!!”

You were sure he was implying he was gonna kill the guy if you didn’t have any context.

After Hakkai’s wink, you couldn’t help but grin upon realizing Mitsuya was already so angry at the bare sight of you two together. At first, you were hesitant to feel good about this revenge plan, but Hakkai was right. It felt incredible-- all that humiliation, embarrassment as he pushed you in public, grabbing you by your wrists or chin, making you grovel on the floor in apologies before he’d let you leave-- it was all worth it just to see him crumble apart. Yet, there was still that small fragment of your heart that longed to comfort him, assure him there was nothing between you and Hakkai. He’d probably recoil, saying something along the lines that he doesn’t care, but he appreciated you being a “good girl” and telling him regardless. You longed for his praises, the ones he used to shower you in every club meeting. Patting your head softly as he remarked how you were such a hard-worker and how smart you were, or how you were so diligent and he’d tease about making you his “lovely assistant.” You ached just to feel the way his warm hands would stroke your hair out of your face as you worked. He bathed you in his attention, something all of his club members envied, which explained why everyone was completely fine with your public degradation. You wished you and Mitsuya could have talked, had a conversation about what happened, disappointed that Hakkai had to use context clues to put the puzzle together in front of you. The way he was right now, he was too immature to talk to, too irrational to hold a genuine conversation with you.

He was currently talking with Hakkai and Yuzuha, who you certainly would’ve fallen in love with at first sight if Mitsuya didn’t have your heart in a chokehold. The three seemed to be invested in their conversation, you didn’t dare interrupt to steal Hakkai away from them. Instead, you drifted your attention to Hakkai’s friends and found yourself easily fitting in with them. Mucho felt like an older brother to you, scolding the others if they teased you about Hakkai. Smiley and Baji were a little… energized, but kind to you regardless. Angry seemed a little too nervous to hold a conversation with you, but you found him awfully adorable when he attempted to try and talk to you.

Chifuyu and Kazutora made you feel at home, similar to Hakkai. The three of you had hit it off instantly and you quickly found yourself bonding with them. Chifuyu began blabbering as if he didn’t just meet you a few hours ago, while Kazu was a little bit more cautious. Eventually though, add a little liquor and he went on and on about some stories he had while he was in prison and said you were a great listener. Emma spoke to you, but was dragged away by Draken. While he made it quite subtle, you noticed Draken seemed to have an unspoken hostility towards you. No doubt, it had to do something with Mitsuya’s visible anger, which made you look suspicious in his eyes. You desperately yearned to clear up the situation, but you were uncertain if Mitsuya had ever spoken of you to the others and thus, you held your tongue in fear of starting drama. Takemichi and Hina were head over heels in love with one another, not separating from each other the whole night.

Takemichi, however, made it a point to make you feel welcomed once you arrived at the party. He was the first to note Mitsuya’s hostility with you and questioned it, although you dismissed it, not wanting to ruin his fun night. Hina sighed, disappointed you weren’t opening up but you insisted the two of them have fun and that you would tell them about it later. Mikey, out of all the others, was the only one who displayed a unique interest in you, enamored by the way your outfit highlighted your figure and persona so well. He was dying to know more, but seeing you were Hakkai’s date, he made it a point to distance himself but remained friendly. You were a sucker for praises, but you didn’t dare demonstrate interest in him. After all, you were supposed to be on a date with Hakkai, anger wouldn’t look so good on Mitsuya the way jealousy did. However, you couldn’t help yourself from leaning in when Mikey spoke to you, his charm sweeping you off your feet with little-to-no effort. You were about to catch yourself from falling, before noticing Mitsuya’s harsh stares as Yuzuha and Hakkai continued talking. You refused to look at him, but anyone would’ve noticed the way Mitsuya’s gaze lingered on you far more than anyone else around him.

┃ “So, what’s up with you and Mitsuya?”

Goosebumps coated your body, your hair standing alert.

┃ “He’s been giving you goo goo eyes all night. That, and a mix of “that fucking bitch” looks. I’m curious how you got him so worked up.” Mikey smirked, now very much diving into your business. Of course, he had no malicious intent, but maybe he should’ve regarded the saying that curiosity would kill the cat.

┃ “I wouldn’t want to ruin your perception of him.”

┃ “Trust me, it’d take a lot to do that.” He persisted, grin never fading so you gave in.

You began to recount Mikey on all of the persisting drama between you in Mitsuya, starting from your relationship prior to the bullying and ending at his sudden disregardance of Hakkai upon seeing you two together. Mikey’s eyes widened, his eyebrows repeating the behavior, taking a few minutes to process what you had told him. Finally, he opened his mouth to speak.

┃ “What you’ve described to me, it… it sounds nothing like the Mitsuya I know.”

┃ “Do you not believe me? I swear I-“

┃ “I believe you,” he continued. “What you’ve told me makes sense, it explains his behavior, no wonder he’s been in such an attitude lately.” He paused to giggle, a noise that bursted your serotonin levels within an instant. “Have you attempted to speak to him about it?”

┃ “I questioned him, he just repeated my question back to me.”

┃ “I see.” The silence irked you, making you nervous as you anticipated his next thoughts.

┃ “This little date with Hakkai, this is just to make him jealous then, no? It sounds like you still have feelings for him despite his irrationality towards you.”

You nodded, too embarrassed to confess your true intentions at the party.

┃ “Unfortunately, as cruel as it might seem to Mitsuya, I think this little revenge plan of Hakkai’s was well-needed. It sounds like he won’t talk to you unless you provoke a reaction out of him, and this will do just that. He’s been staring you down since the party started, you’ve got him wrapped around your finger, which is unusual for Mitsuya.” He chuckled, “It’s usually the other way around.”

You couldn’t help but glow at the thought of Mitsuya finally getting a taste of his own medicine, his jealousy almost identical to the way you felt when he humiliated you. Would he finally come crawling back, apologizing for all he’s done, truly remorseful and regretful? The thought of it was enough to cover your face with a smirk.

┃ “Awh, you’re turning red.” He teased, quickly bringing you out of your little fantasy.

┃ “I need some water.”

┃ “Yeah, I’d say you’re pretty thirsty.”

Quickly getting up, you rushed past Mitsuya, Hakkai, and Yuzuha. You escorted yourself to the drink bar, holding the drinks on the table. You reached over for a cup of water, unaware of who had followed you over. A warm chest had pressed up against your back as you slowly fixed your posture after grabbing your drink. His hands hooked on either side of you, locking you between him and the table. The familiar velvety voice brushed against your ear as he leaned in, hostility evident from his tone.

┃ “You’re a real hoe, you know that?”

The goosebumps returned.

┃ “Oh yeah? How’s that any of your business?” You remarked, making sure he didn’t sense your bubbling anxiety.

┃ “First it was me, then Takemichi, then Hakkai, and you were over there flirting with Mikey.”

┃ “Mmh, I don’t remember ever flirting with you.” He didn’t even have to look at your face to hear the shit-eating smirk growing on it. He replied with a laugh filled with disdain.

┃ “You know you’re lying, sweetheart.” He replied, although you could hear his voice at the end shake, filled with uncertainty.

┃ “You’d know a lot about that.”

Within an instant, he grabbed you by the hips and flipped you around to face him, hands firmly grasping you to make sure you didn’t move. One hand released you and instead gripped your chin, envy now clouding his normally vibrant lavender eyes.

┃ “The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Your mouth went agape, having no time to process the instantaneous slap that was firmly planted on Mitsuya’s cheek, causing him to release his hold on you. He was confident you had slapped him, until he looked up to see you were just as shocked as he was. Turning to his left, Yuzuha stood, eyebrows arched and eyes piercing through him.

┃ “You’d better have a good explanation for manhandling her like that, Mitsuya.”

Instantly picking up on the tension between the two, you booked it to Hakkai, who had begun making his way to the three of you. The slap was heard by the whole party, everyone wanted in on the gossip but knew better than to get nosy with the gang. You quickly pulled Hakkai away, filling him in despite his attempts to hear the conversation between Mitsuya and Yuzuha. He didn’t seem to be listening to you as intently, as he kept looking over at the two. Yuzuha was now gesturing towards Mitsuya as he explained the relationship between you both, only digging his own grave as his impulsive behavior got brought into light. Hakkai soon made his way off to them, leaving you alone as the others began to approach you, wanting an explanation.

┃ “You can ask Yuzuha and Mitsuya about it. M’ sorry, I don’t really want to talk about it.” You mumbled in an attempt to hide your shaky voice before running off into the crowd, Mucho and the others desperately looking as they lost you.

To your own dismay, you didn’t leave the party. You didn’t know where to go, tears beginning to fill your eyes, overwhelmed by everything that was happening. You didn’t realize how big Mikey’s house was until traveling deeper inside it, seemingly going into a different wing of the house since it lacked any other drunk college kids partying. You looked diligently through the doors before finding a restroom and locking yourself in it, wiping your eyes and beginning to recollect yourself in the restroom. You sat yourself down on the closed toilet seat, taking deep breaths as you went over the events of tonight in your head, deeply regretting ever coming out for this revenge plan. However, as Mikey suggested, this may have been the only way to snap Mitsuya’s sense in place. Yuzuha, it seemed, was on your side, so all you could hope was that her words would have significance and weigh on him. After calming yourself down, you washed your face with water, sighing at the sight of the red puffiness of your eyes, swollen from crying. You fixed your outfit of any crumples and patted down the teardrops that stained it, making your way out of the bathroom. You ignored the stares you received from the other guests as you made your way back into the central wing where the party was occurring. You hid yourself in the crowd, avoiding Hakkai and his friends and making your way out of the house.

It was all going good, making your way out without a fuss. All of the sudden, you caught sight of Mitsuya stuffing himself down some chick’s throat on the porch. You cringed at the sight, envy churning in your stomach as you quickly walked down the steps leading up to the house. Only then did he notice you were there, too indulged in his fantasy with this woman, replacing her with the thought of you. He quickly left her mouth with a click of the tongue and followed you down the steps, urgently attempting to catch up with you. He grabbed your upper arm, gently yanking you back towards him. You scowled in return, yet it quickly faded when he stroked your cheeks with his hands. He examined your face carefully, making note of the red veins apparent in your eyes and the baggy appearance of your eyelids, indicating they were swollen. The way he looked at you made your stomach twist in a way even the jealousy couldn’t live up to.

┃ “Why are your eyes so puffy? Were you crying?”

┃ “It’s really none of your concern.”

┃ “Did I make you cry?” He continued, disregarding any of your retorts.

┃ “Just leave me alone, please.” Your voice began to crack once more.

┃ “Why were you crying?” He demanded, hands moving to stroke the inside of your palms. Despite his harsh demeanor, there was genuine concern behind his eyes. Although, you weren’t able to see it, eyes clouded by tears.

┃ “Why do you care? Just go back to your girl.” You pushed his hands away from yours, only for them to be grabbed once more, this time more firmly.

┃ “She’s not my girl.”

You attempted to retort once more, only to find your energy had been exhausted. You collapsed your head in the crook of his neck, beginning to sob. He was in his kind mode again, the mode that almost made you forget how cruel he could be with you. He confused you— everything about him was confusing. Yet, you found comfort in his grasp, his warm hands rubbing your back in attempts of calming you down.

┃ “Such a crybaby, what a dumbass.” He teased, one hand moving away from your back to instead stroke your hair, playing with it as he twirled strands around his fingers. There was no venom-laced in his words but rather the gentle voice you had grown accustomed to when you first met him. It only made you sob harder.

✿ tags: @prefesro @fuegy-fuegy @imnotonfire06 @justrandomlypassing @haiq-trash @blackmysticalsimp @the2ndl @bren-heron @skiwalkers + delicatejudgecopcowboy but for some reason tumblr won't let me tag you

✿ a.n. // Mikey really said "you used me... for plot development?!" but in all seriousness sorry for taking a while with this chapter, I was quite busy this week. Hopefully the 5k words will satisfy y'all, longest chapter to date. Also idk if y'all are into this kinda shit but I do video editing too, my instagram is pxstelscorp, I'm not self-promoting guys I swe-

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tisalovestory · 3 years

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✨an indefinite list of Chinese fics I like✨

(transfered from my old blog, last updated on 23/12/2021)

Haikyuu

秋楓與交香 by 清灯夜安

photographer!Matsukawa x perfumer!reader

exes to lovers, the morning after (16+, I’ll say, it’s not explicit but still mildly suggestive)

明日又天涯 by 長夜

Oikawa x photographer!reader

post time skip, childhood friends to lovers, lifelong mutual pining, Oikawa is recovering from a surgery

但惜夏日長^ by 南妤

(platonic) MSBY Black Jackal x reader

gen fic, found family dynamics, you’re like the team’s little sister

落日海風 by 與夢者

Nishinoya x reader

post time skip in Italy, you two work for the same fishing crew, summer romance type situation

原則上^ by 麻寒色正

Miya Atsumu x reader

post time skip, domestic fluff, married life

自由之身 by 新世紀純愛戰士

Iwaoi

Iwaoi from when they met to when they grew up, not exactly angst but not all fluff either

揍飛哥斯拉的愛情 by 麻寒色正

Iwaoi

Iwaoi from when they met to when they grew up (again), it’s fluff this time, this one is so nice I love this one

飯團拯救着這樣的我（上、下）by 麻寒色正

Miya Osamu x reader

post time skip, meet cute without knowing it’s a meet cute, fluff

他說，要像小孩子一樣哦^ by Zelllly

Miya Atsumu x reader

You’re someone with very mild temper, mild hurt and a lot of comfort

我們完蛋了（上、下）by 麻寒色正

Miya Atsumu x reader

post time skip, suggestive details, he has a lot of flaws but he loves you, exes to lovers

交往中^ by 磚紅梳打餅

Sakusa x reader

you’re both noobs at dating, idiots in love, fluff

神明住在我心里 by 獨自吃石頭

Kita x delinquent!reader

mentions of bullying, happy ending

八年不纏不休 by 清燈夜安

Miya Atsumu x reader

slow burn, pining, fluff, this is one of my favourite atsumu fics of all time

我的魅力不如半價甜筒怎麼辦 by 麻寒色正

Miya Osamu x reader

childhood friends to lovers, fluff

獅子奮迅^ by 巷尾梧桐

gen!Shiratorizawa

what happens the day before the 3rd years graduate (this writer does the best gen fics I highly recommend)

三十歲還單身的話 by U6

Hirugami(older) x Meian

‘let’s get married if we’re both single when we’re 30’, Meian suddenly gained the ability to hear Hirugami’s thoughts, mutual pining, nsfw

等價交換 by 。

Kuroo x afab!reader

you did a pregnancy test, plot twists at the end, fluff, might be one of my new favourites

東京和兵庫之間相距了多少個北信介？by 。

Kita Shinsuke x f!photographer!reader

(tw: workplace harassment) fluff, your boss is a cunt but kita is a good man, very good fic even when you look at it outside of the romance aspect

保証書 by 楊枝甘露激推

Suna x reader

friends to lovers, fluff, you’re high school sweethearts, idk what else to say it’s just really cute lmao

您完全不反省是嗎？by 楊枝甘露激推

Sakusa x reader

childhood friends to lovers, you had a lover’s quarrel, tsundere sakusa, fluff

順其自然 by 楓糖水果冰激凌

Suna x reader

fluff, your relationship from high school to adulthood

她和她的貓 by 。

Kuroo x f!reader

a strange man appeared at your doorstep after you lost your cat, fluff, a must read on my list

Jujutsu Kaisen

我應該在車底，不應該在車裏^ by 娜鴨鴨鴨鴨

Gojo x reader

you caught your ex cheating and he helps you get out of the awkward situation, fake dating kinda?, fluff

夏油杰感受不到你的愛 by 某不願透露姓名的製作人

Hs Getou x reader

I can’t describe this one but it’s just so genius and I can’t recommend it enough, unconventional good ending

所有人都認為五條悟應該和你在一起 by 某不願透露姓名的製作人

Hs Gojo x reader

this is written with the same world building as the previous fic and my mind was blown once I get to the end

五條悟，喜歡我的人居然是你？^ by 村正musamasa

Hs Gojo x reader

Idiots in love, shoko and getou are so tired of both of your bs

當鬼的時候別被最強同期抓住 by 安娜塔西婭

(platonic) Gojo x reader x Getou

You died, angst/humour with a twist at the end, Idk how to explain it but it’s just a very well-written fic

直哉少爺今天也想復婚（前）、直哉少爺今天復婚成功了嗎？ (後）by 離晚鐘

Zenin Naoya x f!reader

the story is summed up by the title, I have so much love for the reader, arranged marriage exes to lovers sorta situation?????

家裏的貓xp太奇怪了怎麼辦？ by ミカドト

cat!Fushiguro Toji, cat!Getou, cat/human!Gojo x reader

“all dead sorcerers will turn into cats” au, crack, they have a cat’s body but act like humans, suggestive details in odd ways, i love this one sm LMAO

天予幸運 by 白芥

Fushiguro Toji x reader

reader has very good luck, you kinda adopted megumi LMAO, fluff

嫉妒 by 微如糸

Okkotsu x reader

possessive reader, not a healthy relationship dynamic, he’s subtly manipulative

青春干飯少女真的不會夢見1蛊同學嗎 by 月見里

Okkotsu x reader

childhood friends to lovers(?), you really like eating, you’re a non-sorcerer, he’s kinda twisted

乙骨憂太下手很快 by 變量小梨

Okkotsu x reader

You got a memory loss condition, for the sake of not spoiling anything I won’t say much but it’s fluff

第一次談戀愛，請問這樣做可以嗎？ by 槿夭

Okkotsu x reader

Yandere vibes (but you’re both sick and twisted in some ways), unconventional happy ending

被愛人殺死後我成了地府鬼差 by 格紙

Getou x reader

canon compliant, the plot is in the title

戀愛裁判 by 王佐之才

Hs Gojo x reader

mutual pining, idiots in love, secondhand embarrassment lmaoooo, this is a very cute fic

Love Me Harder by 王佐之才

Gojo x reader

the continuation of the prev fic, fluff

少年們^ by 晴

Hs Gojo x reader x Hs Getou

poly, slice of life, fluff

他們青春的臉龐 by Soraphi

Gojo x Getou (I still don’t know their ship name in eng lmao)

canon compliance (post shibuya arc), angst, written from principle Yaga’s pov

別管社恐了 by Ephemeral

Okkotsu x teacher!reader

(hinted teacher-student relationship, detour if you’re not comfortable with it) fluff, yuuta is a little shit, tbh the romance isn’t very obvious in this one but it’s a very good read, as the title suggests reader hates socialising

不要親吻人魚 by Ephemeral

Okkotsu x reader

fantasy au, gem blindness disease (a variation on hanahaki), manipulation

*those marked with a ‘^’ are the ones that I think are easier to read (from the perspective of a native speaker, I’m not sure if it’s actually “easy” but it’s def easier than the rest)

#cadence is reccing fics

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pairing: megumi fushiguro x reader rating: T words: 4k AO3 a/n: no warnings, this fic is literally a joke because i wanted to write about an angsty middle school megumi being disrespectful to his sister a brat and doing what he wants also he’s a tsundere y’all...in middle school anyway

You're a member of the student council tasked with dealing with the hoards of delinquents terrorizing your school.

Fushiguro Megumi beats up delinquents.

What could go wrong?

You think it looks straight out of a horror movie. Bodies piled atop of one another, a twisted mess of limbs and broken bones, and passed out faces. You stare, head tilted, with morbid fascination. Every few seconds, someone in the pile twitches, pushing an arm or foot into someone’s face, inducing a series of groans and grunts.

Well. It sounds like a horror movie too.

And at the very top is a lone figure, literally sitting on the bodies. You watch as he jumps down onto the ground, and you’re spurred into action when he begins to walk away, hands stuffed in his pockets. You call out his name.

“Fushiguro-san… right?”

He stops, and turns, expression schooled into one of mild annoyance. But for someone who just beat twenty something people into a pulp, he doesn’t even look fazed. “Did you need something.”

You pause to think. “Yeah, I think I do, actually.”

“...Hah?”

You point to the pile of bodies. “You beat all these delinquents up, right?”

He appraises you with narrow eyes, wondering where you’re going with this. “If you’re going to lecture me, get in line,” he says brusquely.

“Nothing like that.” You tell him your name. “I’m sure you don’t care, but I’m on the student council.” He looks bored out of his mind, and if you prolong this conversation any longer, you might join that pile, so you cut straight to the point. “This school has a bullying problem. There’s only so much I can do, and a lot of the teachers turn a blind eye so…” You smile, and he blinks.

“I’m counting on you Fushiguro-san! Please beat them all up!”

Three students prostrate themselves in front of you, on their knees, arms perpendicular to the tiled floors as they bow their heads so they nearly touch the floors.

"We're sorry!" Their harmonized voices ring throughout the empty hall. You gawk at the scene.

Tachibana, Ito, Nakamura. You recognize them. You had written up a disciplinary note for Nakamura when he had broken an underclassman's arm during gym. He had then proceeded to call you a student council bitch, while the other two had been given disciplinary notices for smoking on school grounds by your fellow council mates.

Mentally thanking the higher powers that this scene is taking place in a deserted hall, you kneel down. "It's fine, it's fine! You can get up."

In a weirdly synchronized movement, the three of them swing upwards.

You wave a finger. "Just...don't bully people anymore, okay?"

"We understand!" They even salute you, and you wonder if Fushiguro-san has a superpower or something, because bullying has been at a beautiful, all time low. And you're glad for it.

You're no longer flooded with requests by the understandably scared students to do something about the delinquents with their that roam Saitama Urami East Junior High. But regretfully, you have no power outside of school where a majority of incidents happen. Even on school grounds, you can only do so much. It's impossible to be everywhere at once.

It must be nice to be strong enough to cow people into submission.

You awkwardly pat the closest one on the shoulder. "Okay, that's that!"

Later, when you see Fushiguro-san leaving the school, you jog up to him. If he notices you, he doesn't say anything.

"For a troublemaker, you sure aren't that bad."

You see the slightest tic of irritation, and hide your smile. "Did you beat up Tachibana, Ito, and Nakamura?"

"What's it to you?"

"They just apologized about bullying people and said they'd never do it again. I guess I just wanted to thank the person responsible."

He brushes you off, but you follow him outside the gates. "Fushiguro-san."

He turns. "What."

You're in a good mood, so you don't really think twice. If you die, you might as well die happy. You take his hands, hold them in yours, and say as sincerely as possible.

"Thank you."

You slow to a stop in front of the sleeping figure. “The roof is off limits you know.”

Fushiguro opens an eye. Closes it. He’s ignoring you, you think, amused. You kneel down.

“You don’t look like someone who enjoys sweet things.” You bring out the can of green tea from behind your back and hold it out. He’s awake now, and he stares at you blankly, but your smile doesn’t falter. After a hanging moment, his fingers brush yours as he takes the can.

“What’s this for?”

“Good work!”

He stares at you like he doesn’t quite know what to make of you. You laugh at his baffled expression.

“What’s with the look?”

A dark look falls across his face, as if thinking of an unpleasant memory. “You just… reminded me of someone I know.” He sighs at your raised eyebrow. “Anyway, it’s not like I did it for some noble reason. They just pissed me off, that’s all.”

You hum. “Even if our reasons are different, I’m still glad you did it. I’m happy people can walk around without the fear of being terrorized. It’s a bit easier to breathe around the school nowadays, don’t you think?”

He briefly holds your gaze, and then returns his sight back to the sky. “...I guess.”

“I hope you didn’t rough them up too badly though,” you say, with a tinge of regret. “I’d feel a bit bad if they ended up with any lasting injuries.”

A grunt. “There’s no point in worrying about trash like them.”

“Aha, how harsh!”

“I couldn’t care less. People arrogant enough to act as if there aren’t consequences for their actions disgust me. They only got what was coming to them.” The green tea opens with a pop and sizzle.

You stare at him. You’ve never quite met a person like the boy across from you. What a way of seeing the world.

“Fushiguro-san…you’re a pretty funny person,” you say seriously, and his eye twitches.

He looks torn between irritation and exasperation. You stand, and walk back towards the door.

“Personally, I think that view’s pretty narrow-minded, but—well, to each their own, right?”

“Wha—”

You give him a small wave. “I’ll see you around!”

As you descend the stairways, you think that you don't care if Fushiguro-san is beating up people for his own reasons. Despite his intentions, you still appreciate his actions.

Holding the stack of boxes, you can barely see in front of you as you round the corner. You then proceed to almost trip over a branch. A box on the top topples over, but thankfully stays sealed. Gathering yourself, you set the remaining boxes down, and stare intently.

Not a branch. An arm.

Beat up bodies litter the ground of the back courtyard, and lo and behold, right in the middle is a face you’re all too acquainted with, sitting on the back of a person laid flat on the ground, passed out, the soul having left his body. His hand is raised to the light, and you can that they’re bloodied.

Oh god, he killed them.

As if sensing your inner dilemma question, he turns his head, and levels you with a flat look. “I didn’t kill them.”

Yeah, sure. You survey the wounded, counting the casualties of the chip on Fushiguro-san’s shoulder that has him introducing his fists to all the delinquents in your school.

Then you realize that the unrecognizable student with a swollen face is the Watanabe-san that people have been begging you to do something about! A particularly nasty bully with a penchant for harassing girls, stealing money, and making a different kid grab his lunch everyday, before stuffing aforementioned kids heads in the toilet.

Nice chance! You crouch down, and snap your fingers in his face. Are his eyes open? You can’t tell. His bloodied face is a mess of purple and disfigured features. Well. “Watanabe-san, if you could stop bullying the underclassman, that would be great!”

“D-demon…”

“A demon, huh.” You look to the boy who had come to stand next to you in the midst of this lovely conversation. “Did you hear that Fushiguro-san? He called you a demon!”

His face is deadpan. “You…”

“I—I’ll do anything—” Watanabe-san rasps out.

You clap your hands. “Well, that’s settled now!”

“—Just tell that demon to leave me alone—!” He reaches for you like you’re the sole messiah in a waterless desert, an angel of salvation, but then a foot snaps out and slams the arm into ground before it can touch you, ruining your holy image.

Your eyes are wide. “What was that for?”

The menacing aura surrounding him has you glad his fury isn't directed at you.

“I’ll kill you the next time you try that shit in front me.”

An unintelligible noise that sounds an awful lot like a whimper escapes his mouth, and Watanabe-san, feared bully and tyrant, and three sizes bigger than the boy next to you, promptly passes out.

You sigh. “Fushiguro-san, you shouldn’t threaten murder in front of me. Despite my questionable morals, I am a member of the student council. Besides, he said he wouldn’t do it again.”

His face crinkles in distaste. He opens his mouth, but a voice interrupts.

“Fushiguro!”

“Tch.”

You might be in a...pickle if Yamada-sensei catches you red handed in the middle of what looks to be an actual crime scene. You take his hand, albeit gently so you don’t irritate it, and tug him forward.

“We’re running!”

He comes easier than you thought he would, and follows you silently as the two of you traverse across the school, and up multiple flights of stairs to a deserted classroom that you know is used for storage. And eventually the shouts become quieter and quieter until they stop altogether. You’re slightly panting, out of breath, but of course, superhuman Fushiguro-san hasn’t even broken a sweat. Ugh.

“What’s with that weird inhuman strength and stamina of yours?” You ask exasperatedly.

“...”

You press further. “That’s like, not normal dude. You should get that checked or something, it’s weird!”

“I’m the weird one?” He huffs.

You shrug. Fair.

Fishing in your cardigan pocket for the master key you secretly had copied from the janitor during your first year in the Student Council, you brandish it with a flourish.

“I take it everywhere,” you tell him with a self-satisfied nod. “It’s a master key!”

He puts the pieces together easily enough. “Unbelievable…”

As you unlock the door, he eyes the key suspiciously.

The door opens and two of you are inside the cluttered room filled with theater and festival decorations, along with unused blackboards and erasers. There are few desks scattered along the room. The wide windows across from you taking up the entire wall.

“What’s with this classroom?”

“An abandoned storage room. Perks of the student council. Don’t worry, I bring boys here all the time, so you’re not special!”

He chokes, eyes going wide. You dissolve into snickers and he glares at you, face beet red.

You push two desks and seats across from one another, and beckon him to sit.

“It’s around here somewhere,” you say to his confusion. You peek into various boxes, and finally find the white first-aid kit you were looking for. You take the other seat, and click it open, methodically taking out the roll of bandages, cotton balls, and the rubbing alcohol.

“I’m fine.”

You squint at him. “Did you really make me go through all that work?” You hold his gaze until he accedes, and he holds out his hand silently. But when you take it, he stiffens.

You blink. “Did that hurt?”

“It’s nothing.”

He’s surprisingly mild as you apply the rubbing alcohol onto the cotton balls until they’re damp. And he doesn’t even flinch when you make contact to clean his knuckles.

“You’ve done this before.”

“Mhm, I’m used to it,” you say offhandedly, focused on cleaning with practiced movements. One hand is under his, while your other hand cleans. His hands are… pretty, not dainty, but...nice. They’re bigger than yours, but not as rough or calloused as you thought they’d be for someone whose sole mission is to go around beating delinquents because their very presence annoys him.

“...What are you doing?”

You look up from your work. Fushiguro-san’s face is red, and a part of you is entranced. You've never seen anything other than his usually stony or annoyed expression. You look back down and realize your thumb had been caressing his fingers as you cleaned.

“Aha, whoops.”

“Is that all you have to say!?”

“Sorry,” you try for some semblance of gravity, but a smile is inching upwards. “But you know, Fushiguro-san, you have really nice hands. Do you go to a nail salon, and if so, whic—”

“I don’t!”

You sigh. Men really do have it nice, don’t they? You drop the bloodied cotton balls into the trashcan by your side, and unwrap the bandages, a comfortable silence enveloping the both of you.

He’s looking outside the window when you glance up. And you take the moment to observe him. Strands of his unruly hair fall into his face, but up close you can tell why he’s popular with the girls, not that any of them would do anything but admire from afar. Long eyelashes, and a pretty face. A killer combo. Too bad his notoriety made the girls too afraid to approach. Poor guy. Though, you don’t think he’d appreciate your unwarranted opinion on his love life.

You gingerly begin to wrap the bandages around his knuckles when he says something.

“Hm?”

“...you can…” he clears his throat, staring pointedly at the wall behind you. “Megumi’s fine. Fushiguro-san sounds weird.” He flicks a glance towards your face as if to measure your reaction.

“Ehhhhhhhhhhh.”

“You don’t have—”

“Your first name’s Megumi!?” You lean forward, and the two of you are face-to-face. “Even though that’s a girl’s name—!”

“I said you don’t—”

“I love it!” You beam at him, and all traces of vexation immediately fall from his face in light of your smile. “Megumi,” you try out on your tongue. “It suits you!”

He tears his gaze away from you, face flushed, and you laugh delightedly. “You’re blushing!”

You settle back down, and stretch the bandages to secure them to his hand. You’re about to put the roll down, when the door bursts open.

A pretty girl with a ponytail steps into the room, face set in displeasure. “Megumi—!” Her eyes go wide as they look from you to the boy across from you. Then her eyes land on how you’re holding his bandaged hand.

“Ah,” she suddenly looks embarrassed. “Am I interrupting something?”

“Nope!” you say with a small smile, slipping your hand away, and placing the roll of bandages down.

“...”

You click the box shut, and lean your face on your hand. “Who’re you?”

“Fushiguro Tsumiki,” she says with a warm, welcoming smile. “It’s nice to meet you.”

You tell her your name. “Likewise." Wait. You recognize that name. "Ah! I know you!” You say with a snap. You had never put a face to the name, but you knew of a popular and well liked upperclassman, or "Tsumiki-chan" that the guys gushed after.

Wait Fushigur—

“My sister.” Megumi adds tonelessly, and her lips flatten. You’re sensing some real bad vibes between them, but at the same time you’re surprised.

You gape at him. “You have a sister!?”

He grunts.

“What kind of answer is that?” You shake your head, and turn to her in sympathy. “Man, I’m sure you have your hands full with this one.”

Her shoulders sag, as she glares at him. “You have no idea!”

You see the telltale signs of irritation on his face, which is evident of the way his eyebrows furrow, frown deepening. “Don’t talk about me like I’m not here." He scowls. "How’d you even find me?”

She hesitates. “Shina-chan said she saw you running through the school with…” She shoots you an awkward look.

You hold your hands up with a sheepish smile. “Guilty!”

Megumi closes his eyes.

Tsumiki’s severe voice cuts through the silence. “That injury... you beat up those students?” The disapproval and judgement in her voice a clear rebuke.

He glares at her, and you're taken aback by the sudden hostility. “I told you I didn’t want to hear another lecture from you again. I can't stand you.”

Head swiveling to look at him, once again, you gape at him.

That’s no way to speak to your sister!

The air is getting unbearably oppressive. So you stand. “Well, I wouldn’t want to get in the middle of a sibling’s quarrel. So you two can hash it out.” You make your way to the door and send him a glance over your shoulder. “You know…” you say lightly. “You should appreciate your sister more.”

Then you scram before he can catch you.

“You’re a hot piece of ass.” The guy says leering at you. When he takes a step forward, you take a step back into the brick wall and let loose a nervous laugh.

“Thanks?”

You can see two other guys in your peripheral. Upperclassman. You don’t recognize his face, so he’s probably not one of the worser delinquents. Or maybe he’s not a delinquent at all, just a loitering student who saw you alone and decided to make a move.

You shift on your feet, tapping your thigh with a finger. “Did you guys...need something?”

“Just bored,” he says casually, his lips curl into a sleazy smile. “Wanna have some fun?”

“I’m good!” You say immediately. Then you clear your throat to sound authoritative. “I’m busy. Lunch is going to be over soon and I’m on the student council.”

The two guys in the back murmur, and you hope that your position is enough to sway them to leave you alone. If not— maybe you should start yelling.

“Takizawa-kun is counting on me to finish printing the flyers for the school festival, you see?” You say, name dropping your fearsome president who had a reputation for being a straitlaced, anal retentive dictator.

“Oi, Kousuke.” One of the guys speaks up. “I don’t wanna get on Pres’s bad side.”

The other guy mutters his agreement.

He ignores them. “Oh come on,” he says, eyes traveling up and down your legs in a not-so-subtle ogle. You probably shouldn’t have foregone your tights today. Your skirt is pretty short too...your extra exposed skin is going to make some prepubescent teen very happy.

“I’m sure Takizawa can wait," he purrs, like some shady conman on the streets trying to wheedle some yen from you.

"He can't actually. You know how he is."

His lips twist angrily, and you think you might be in trouble. "Listen here—"

Lackey One's face suddenly blanches into pure panic. "Oh shit, shit— it’s Fushiguro, that bastard!"

The name invokes fear into their very souls as Lackey Two's entire body whips around and breaks into a sprint. Damn, maybe you should recruit him to the track team, y'know, convince him to do something better with his life while instilling into him the epic highs and lows of track.

Lackey One curses, "Run like hell!" He hisses at the guy in front of you. And then he's gone.

"W—Wait for me—!" He almost trips over his feet trying to run away, as if the dogs of hells are nipping at his feet.

Needless to say, you're impressed. Your legs give away and you collapse with a long exhale, just as Megumi enters the courtyard.

He takes one glance at you on the ground, and then another at the running bodies. He stares. Then he takes a step forward in their direction, and in your mind's eye you see flashes of you getting called down to the police station as a witness to murder.

You latch onto his arm to prevent him from moving. “Just a second!” You shrill.

“Let go,” he grits out, trying to escape your ironclad grip.

“You’re too young to go to jail!”

“What are you talking about—!?”

"Don't go!"

"Don't tell me what to—"

“I’m really sorry Megumi—!”

Your hands grab his face, and you slam your lips into his. His lips are...surprisingly soft. It’s over in a second though, and you watch as he staggers back, as if stabbed.

You’re blushing, face hotter than the sun, your heart racing in your chest, and a matching expression on his face.

“....”

“Aha,” you breathe out nervously, wiping your sweaty palms on your skirt. The smile on your face is too high on your face to be normal. “That was an...accident…”

“...”

“Whoops?”

He startles back to life, surging forward, fists clenched. But his face is streaked with red. “Accident my—”

You hear your last name and your spine automatically straightens like a pavlovian response, conditioned into you by working late nights and the fear of somebody more terrifying than God. You turn. Slowly.

“It’s been precisely seventeen minutes. Where are my flyers!?” Your president demands, pointing a finger at you.

“I was um,” you shrink, sparing a glance at the silent boy next to you, his expression stormy. “On my way to the photocopy room.”

He sniffs. "How inefficient." But he's somewhat assuaged by your meager response. He flicks his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “I need them stat. If you see Yoshino, tell them to meet me in the conference room to go over the yearly budgets. You can meet us there."

Your high pitched assurance has him narrowing his eyes at you. “Ten minutes. Don’t be late.” His gaze slides to Megumi, and he inclines his head. “Fushiguro.”

And then he turns on his heels and leaves.

You exhale, the tension leaving your body. Safe… for now.

Silence reigns while you look down at your feet.

“Hey,” Megumi starts lowly, expression unreadable, and you sweatdrop.

"You heard the President!" You say with an extra burst cheeriness, to cover up for the way your heart hasn't stopped pounding. "Flyers! Gotta go! See ya!"

This time, it's your turn to run.

You flit around the doorway, fidgeting as you debate whether or not to go and face your impending doom. You've been avoiding him, ignoring his glares and running away whenever you thought you felt even a hint of his presence. Eventually, you force your feet forward and open the door to the rooftop. A beam of sunlight hits your face and you squint to get used to the light.

He's lying on the rooftop when you approach. Eyes springing open, he regards you with a blank face.

“What the hell was that for?” How straight to the point.

You take a seat down next to him and try to feign ignorance. “Hm?”

He grimaces. “You know what I’m talking about.”

You blow out a breath, and close your eyes. You open them to find him staring at you, and heat prickles at your face. "I'm...sorry...?" You flash him a contrite smile, and then lower your gaze to study the ground.

He softens, voice...oddly bashful. "It's not...I'm not...."

You peer up at him, eyebrows furrowed.

He leans forward, and presses his lips to yours softly. Your mind goes blank, and he pulls away.

"Wha—what was that for?" You stammer out, eyes wide, hand hovering over your lips.

"Wha—?" He blinks, surprised. Then he's on the defensive, his face red. "You can't just go around kissing people!"

"You just kissed me!"

He looks unsure. "That was..."

The first peals of laughter fall from your lips, transforming into full blown laughter, hands clutching your stomach as you try to stop the giggles all while he stares at you, perplexed.

The laughter finally subsides, and you grin. "A kiss for a kiss. That's fair!"

"..."

You take a deep breath. "So, did you patch things up with your sister?”

When he doesn't answer you look at him. He doesn't meet your eyes in equal parts stubbornness and a refusal to answer.

"You know, I'm sure she only wants whats best for you. If she thinks you shouldn't be hurting people, then there's your answer! Stop fighting people!" You roll your eyes at the disgruntled look on his face.

But he finally speaks. "...I thought you wanted me to beat them all up."

You huff out a breath of laughter. "Don't worry about it! They're all too scared of you now to do anything now anyway. Haven't you heard? Bullying is at an all time low. Furthermore, she's right! It's not nice to hurt people just because they piss you off. Even if you are helping me!"

The words are splayed across his face, clear as day: You hypocrite.

You hum. "I know..." you trail off, contemplative, and unusually quiet. "I can't do anything for a lot of people out of school, but...I'd at least like them to be able to feel safe during school hours."

The way he's looking at you almost makes you blush. "What?"

"This is the first time you've ever said something that actually makes sense," He says bluntly.

"Aha, probably!" You flash a wide smile at him. "And it's all thanks to you!"

He looks away, embarrassed.

The two of you sit in comfortable silence until you say, "Your sister cares about you. Don't push her away."

You don't expect a reply, but you take the pensive look on his face as a win.

After a little while, you stand, brushing the dust off your skirt. "I'll leave you to it!"

But before you can leave, a hand wraps around your wrist, stopping you.

He's looking a little too intently at the metal chainlink fence in front of him. "You don't...have to go."

Oh.

You blink. "Okay." You plop back down next to him, watching the way the breeze sweeps his hair out of his face, exposing those pretty eyelashes. "Hey, Megumi?"

"What?"

I really like you.

You close your mouth. "Nope. Nothing."

He narrows his eyes, and you chuckle.

"It's a secret!"

platonic or romantic?? it's up to y'all to decide

believe it or not this was actually supposed to be somewhat serious w/ commentary on the severity of the bullying (my boy junpei...) that goes on during school because bullying in east asian countries is a huge, huge issue. it may seem dramatized in anime, but there’s often some truth to it. and yes, some students actually do stuff heads in toilets, no joke.

but then i was like...i need this reader to be lowkey chaotic like gojo and then it spiraled. oh well. i’ll probably write another fic that actually features junpei

also, i’m not totally sure if tsumiki is older than megumi?? i think she’s a year older, correct me if i’m wrong. but for this fic’s sake, you and megumi are second years

megumi kissing you: i have feelings for you. you: ohhhh, he's just getting me back for kissing him aha

#i knew all those years of reading nothing but shoujo manga would haunt me #did i mention i was high as hell writing the second half of this lmao #jujutsu kaisen x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #m.jjk #irly

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bestchar-imagines · 4 years

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Masterlist

Long post under the cut.

There are NSFW posts, but I do not accept NSFW anymore. If you want NSFW, request on my NSFW account, that is EXCLUSIVELY FOR V3 (sorry), 11nsfwv3. Requests are closed there for now, however.

Kokichi-

Kokichi holding his S/O’s hand for the first time

Kokichi with a S/O who has ‘crackhead energy’

Yandere!Kokichi with an affectionate S/O

Yandere!Nagito and yandere!Kokichi with a S/O who was neglected

Kokichi stealing his S/O’s hoodie

Who the boys main in Mario Kart

The boys reacting to their S/O sleeping in their lap during freetime

Kokichi with a lazy S/O

Kokichi with a Fem!S/O who gives him a cool-down hug

Yandere!Pregame Kokichi Headcanons

Nagito, Shuichi, and Kokichi’s favorite memes (including links)

Kokichi with a S/O who’s extremely sensitive

Pregame!Kokichi with a Stotic Male S/O

Domestic Fluff Kokichi

Kokichi with a S/O who’s shorter then him

Kokichi with a S/O who’s good at detecting his lies

Kokichi with a S/O who likes messing with his hair

Kokichi and Nagito falling for someone extremely smart

Kokichi trying to visit his S/O but their cats won’t let him

Kokichi with a S/O who’s an artist and wants to paint nudes

Yandere!Kokichi who catches his darling trying to k//ll themselves after he punished her

Kokichi Fluff

Kokichi with a S/O who has a cute laugh he loves

Kokichi with a fem!S/O who age regresses

Kokichi with a Dom!Fem!S/O headcanons

General Female!Kokichi fluff and kissing headcanons with a Fem!S/O

Nagito and Kokichi reacting to their S/O squeezing their ass and acting like they did nothing

Kokichi with a S/O who often only wears underwear and a shirt

Kokichi comforting his S/O after a panic attack because of the doctor

Kokichi’s Black!S/O who forces him to try soul food

Yandere!Kokichi with a Fem!S/O who pulls him into marshmallow hell

Yandere!Kokichi seeing his S/O being bullied

Yandere!Kokichi with a S/O that has the personality of pregame!Kokichi

Submissive!Kokichi x a Dominate!S/O

Yandere!Kokichi with a S/O who’s feeling sick

Yandere!Kokichi with a S/O who cooperates and falls in love with him (GIF EYESTRAIN)

Kokichi seeing his shy S/O crying

What is angry sex with Yandere!Kokichi like?

Yandere!Kokichi with a S/O who escapes, but is found 4 hours later

Yandere!Kokichi with a S/O who likes his punishments

Kokichi reacting to his S/O sleeping naked

Kokichi reacting to his Sub!S/O going into subdrop

Kokichi with a S/O who acts really tough but when someone raises their voice at them they get upset

Yandere!Kokichi reacting to his S/O committing s/icide to escape

Kokichi with a kind, childish and short (3′8) reader

Kokichi with a Fem!Ultimate seducer S/O

Kokichi with a S/O who likes being tied up and blind folded

Kokichi with a Fem!S/O who puts herself into dangerous/fun situations on purpose

Kokichi with a S/O who likes being spanked

Kokichi with a S/O who just had their wisdom teeth taken out

Kokichi seeing his Fem!S/O in lingerie

Kokichi with a S/O who’s in a marching band

Yandere Kokichi reacting to his S/O completely dissociating after a punishment

General yandere Kokichi headcanons

General Yandere!Kokichi head canons part 2

Kokichi with a future S/O who stands up to Miu when he’s insulting her, which makes him talk to you the same way he talks to Miu

Kokichi reacting to his S/O getting into a physical fight with Miu

Kokichi with a Fem!S/O who has a dirty talk and orgasm denial kink

Pregame Kokichi x a shy, clingy reader who stands up for him

Vampire!Kokichi x Human!Reader

Kokichi with a S/O who’s torso is sensitive (small flash warning for gif)

Kokichi with a S/O who wears platform shoes so nobody knows how short they are

Kokichi and his S/O going to a Halloween party

Kokichi x his S/O who wins him a stuffed animal

Kokichi with a S/O who’s exactly like him but likes strawberry Panta and fights with daggers.

General NSFW headcanons w/ a Fem!S/O

Easily flustered Kokichi x reader

Kokichi with a Fem!Reader who’s sensitive in her ‘areas’

Kokichi and his future male!s/o following their strings

Kokichi with an easily flustered S/O

Kokichi looking up his Fem!S/O’s skirt.

Kokichi teaching his S/O how to skate

Pregame!Kokichi seeing his Fem!Delinquent!S/O’s wounds after a fight with her father

Kokichi with a S/O who panics during a party

Kokichi and his S/O slow dancing

Kokichi finding out his upbeat S/O has depression

Kokichi comforting his Black!S/O who dealt with racism

Kokichi with a S/O who’s ahoge reacts to their feelings

Pregame!Kokichi with a Fem!Delinquent S/O who stands up for him.

Tsundere!Kokichi x Reader

Kokichi with a Tsundere!S/O

Yandere!Kokichi’s shrine of a Fem!S/O

Pregame!Kokichi playing basketball with his S/O

Kokichi with a S/O who leaves love letters on his door because of being insecure.

Kokichi reacting to his S/O waking up from a coma.

Kokichi and his S/O going to the beach

Kokichi with an Asexual S/O

Kokichi with a SHSL Cartoonist who’s a dork

Pregame!Kokichi x Reader

Kokichi with a flat chested S/O

Kokichi with a S/O who talks alone because of a stutter

Kokichi overhearing you and Rantaro.

Kokichi with an Ultimate Sweetheart S/O.

Kokichi with a S/O who’s sensitive to noise.

Kokichi with a touch starved S/O.

Kokichi with a curvy and busty Fem!S/O

Kokichi with a S/O who catches him off guard.

Kokichi with a S/O who walks in on him coming out of the shower.

Kokichi accidentally killing his S/O

Kokichi with a S/O who says I love you for the first time.

Kokichi walking in on his S/O changing

Kokichi running in on his intelligent S/O crying.

Kokichi coming home to see an injured S/O

Kokichi with a S/O AFAB coming out as Non-Binary.

Enemies to Lovers

Kokichi x Motherly!Reader

Kokichi with a S/O who cries a lot.

Kokichi with a Fem!S/O that pulls him into marshmallow hell

Kokichi with a S/O who talks about their favorite show often.

Kokichi x Lucky student!Reader

Kokichi x Bullied!Reader

Kokichi x Autistic!Reader

Kokichi x Stoic!Reader

Tired!Kokichi x reader

Nagito-

Soft!Yandere!Nagito with a shy and scared darling

Yandere!Nagito and yandere!Kokichi with a S/O who was neglected

Who the boys main in Mario Kart

Nagito Comforting his Crying S/O

The boys reacting to their S/O sleeping in their lap during freetime

Nagito in marshmallow hell

Nagito walking in on his S/O changing

Nagito, Shuichi, and Kokichi’s favorite memes (including links)

Kokichi and Nagito falling for someone extremely smart

Yandere Nagito punishment headcanons

Nagito with a Fem!S/O who constantly overstimulates him

Yandere!Nagito with a Yandere!Darling who kidnaps him first

General Yandere Nagito headcanons

Nagito with a S/O who likes to help him

Nagito with a S/O who age regresses

Nagito with a S/O who disapproves of his self-degrading comments

Nagito and Kokichi reacting to their S/O squeezing their ass and acting like they did nothing

How would Yandere!Nagito fall in love with his darling?

Nagito with a S/O who feeds him while he’s tied up

Shuichi-

General Yandere!Shuichi Headcanons

Who the boys main in Mario Kart

The boys reacting to their S/O sleeping in their lap during freetime

Nagito, Shuichi, and Kokichi’s favorite memes (including links)

Waking up with Shuichi

Yandere Alphabet-

Pregame!Kokichi with the first 12 letters of the Yandere!Alphabet

Kokichi for the Yandere!Alphabet

E, F, G, H, and O with Rantaro on the Yandere!Alphabet

Nagito with the full yandere alphabet

Fluff Alphabet-

Full fluff alphabet with Yandere!Nagito

Yandere!Shuichi Fluff Alphabet

Full fluff alphabet for Himiko

Full Fluff alphabet for Byakuya

Full fluff alphabet with Ryoma

Kazuichi with the entire fluff alphabet

Makoto with the full fluff alphabet

The entire Fluff Alphabet with Pregame!Shuichi

Toko with the full fluff alphabet

Shuichi with the entire fluff alphabet

Full fluff alphabet for Yandere!Kokichi

F, E, and W for Nagito and Kaito.

Full fluff alphabet for Komaeda (besides F,E,W)

Korekiyo with the entire fluffabet

Kokichi with the full fluff alphabet

NSFW Alphabet-

Full alphabet for Makoto Naegi

Full alphabet with Kaede

Full alphabet with Pregame!Shuichi

Full Alphabet for Kiibo

Full alphabet for Yandere!Kokichi

Full alphabet for Gundham

Full alphabet for Chihiro

Full alphabet with Byakuya

Full alphabet for Nagito

Full alphabet for Rantaro

Full alphabet for Izuru

Full alphabet for Shuichi (besides B, F, E, Z, A, C, D, I, J, O, U, V)

B, F, E, Z with Shuichi

A, C, D, I, J, O, U, V with Shuichi

Full alphabet for Kaito

Full alphabet for Kokichi (besides J, H, O, A, B, D, E, I, M, N, P, S, U, V, X, Y)

B, D, E, I, M, N, P, S, U, V, X and Y for Kokichi

Kokichi with J, H, O and A

Yandere Prompts-

Yandere Prompt 1 With Nagito

Yandere Prompt 50 for Nagito (sequel to yan promp 1)

Yandere Prompt 21 with Kokichi

Shuichi with Yandere Prompt 46

Fluff Prompts-

15 with Yandere Kokichi

NSFW Prompts-

3, 44, and 50 with Yandere!Kokichi

83 with Nagito

19 with Nagito

2 for Kokichi

Kokichi with 76

49, 41, 71 with Kokichi

22 with Nagito

79 with Kokichi

#masterlist

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xukunstellation · 6 years

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Stay || Lin Yanjun

Title: Stay Pairing: Reader x Yanjun Genre: angst + fluff Word Count: 1700 words Summary: You don’t understand why your best friend Yanjun keeps pushing you away. All you want to do is help him, but he seems to want nothing to do with you.

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write angst for the longest time. It’s getting a little too chummy on this blog with all the fluff (jk i still love it tho). The anon requested for some tsundere!yanjun, so I am here to deliver! As you can tell by the word count, this turned out a lot longer than expected, so I’ll leave everything under the cut for convenience. Thanks for requesting, love!

It boggles people’s minds when they find out that you and Yanjun are best friends.

The two of you are what people consider to be polar opposites. Yanjun was known as the cold, stone-faced delinquent of the school. He’s always walking around with an intimidating aura, seemingly glaring at anyone that dares to be within a few feet radius of him. He’s constantly skipping class and finding ways to end up in detention. The fact that he doesn’t talk much only adds to the fear factor.

Then there was you. You were the epitome of a ‘good student’. You scored good grades and always came to class on time. It came as no surprise when you were elected class president. You weren’t extremely popular by any means, but you were known by many as someone who was always willing to help out others. Your friendly and kind nature made you a favorite among your peers and professors.

So, how did you and Yanjun come to be?

Honestly, it all comes down to sharing history. You’ve known Yanjun for as long as you can remember. Your moms were childhood friends, so naturally they introduced you both from the moment you were in diapers. Thus, you and Yanjun grew up together by each other’s side from fighting over toys, witnessing each other’s awkward puberty stages and finally becoming young adults.

You weren’t oblivious to the differences that others saw. You knew that upon first glance, there would typically be no way that someone like you would ever be friends with someone like Yanjun. Little did they know, you saw Yanjun for who he really was.

He didn’t talk much because he felt the need to talk only when it was absolutely necessary. That cold-stoned face he was known so well for? Unfortunately, he just had a bad case of resting bitch face. When he was skipping class, it was usually because he’d rather spend lunch with you (although you’ve scolded him every time). The reason why he found himself in detention often was because he never hesitated to defend someone being bullied and would willingly participate in fist fights to protect another person. Unfortunately, not many people knew of this. If they did, they didn’t believe it.

You knew Yanjun as the person who would go out of his way to throw his jacket over your head to protect you from the rain when you both forget to bring your umbrellas. Even though he acted like he hated it, you knew that he loved it when you left cute little words of encouragement in his notes. He always acted like it was a pain for him whenever you asked him to get you your daily dose of coffee, but he still continued to do it for you every day. You can’t remember a time where he hasn’t walked you home from class or work even though his house was in the opposite direction.

Of course, no one but you knew of this side of him. They continued to judge him for what they saw looking in from the outside. Rumors upon rumors continued to float around his name, making him out to be this terrible person that you knew he wasn’t. You simply ignored the rumors and continued to be around your best friend.

Until the day he stopped hanging around you.

Naturally, you became worried when he refused to show up for class for days straight. He started ignoring your texts and calls, simply leaving you on read or sending you straight to voicemail. You even went as far as contacting his mom and visiting him at home, but it seemed he was never home whenever you stopped by. His mom assured you he was alive and well, though she wasn’t sure what was up with him either whenever she asked.

It’s been a week since you’ve last had contact with Yanjun and it was bothering you to no end. As you were walking down the hallway to head home, to your surprise you saw Yanjun walking towards you on the other side of the hall. He watched as your eyes lit up at the sight of him. You hurriedly made your way to him.

“Lin Yanjun! Where on earth have you been? Do you know how worried I was-”

Your words were cut short when the male merely brushed right by you, causing you to halt your pace. Feeling your heart begin to speed up nervously, you whipped around and stared at his retreating back side. Shaking your head in disbelief, you ran after him and grabbed his hand, making him stop. Walking around to face him, you felt an unfamiliar sensation in your chest when the normally soft gaze he gave you was replaced with an icy blank stare.

“Jun? What’s wrong?” you worriedly asked.

“Don’t call me that,” he snapped.

You flinched at his sharp words, looking at him with hurt and confusion. “But I’ve always called you that. Did something happen?” you asked again.

“Why can’t you mind your own fucking business?” Yanjun scoffed. “It’s not like you mean anything to me. Get off my case for god’s sake. You’re so annoying.”

You didn’t move when he yanked his hand out of yours. You still didn’t move from your place even when you heard a door slam from the other side of the hallway. You weren’t even aware of the looks of pity and soft whispers surrounding you as people observed the scene. All you could pay attention to was the bitter pain that spread like wild fire throughout your chest and the burning sensation that bubbled in your throat as you struggled to breathe. Feeling tears blur your vision, you trudged your way home alone again.

Every time you saw Yanjun after that was unbearable. Just one look at him and you were instantly reminded of the cruel things he said to you. You were hurt. You were angry. Above all, you were mainly confused because the Yanjun you’ve known for years could never say and mean those things about you. Despite the fact that you were still extremely hurt by him, you needed answers and you were going to get them no matter how stubborn he was.

The next time you saw him was on the school rooftop. Students weren’t allowed to be up here, but Yanjun had snuck the two of you up here countless of times. You knew that this was his favorite place to let of steam and be alone, so you mentally gave yourself a pat on the back when you found him looking out through the iron fence.

“Yanjun,” you called out.

You walked up to the male. He didn’t respond to you but he spared you a brief side glance that was gone in a flash. You tried not to frown, only managing a small sad smile. Summoning your courage, you grabbed his hand and interlaced your fingers with his. The action made Yanjun flinch. To your relief, he didn’t make a move to pull away.

A moment of silence ensued. You weren’t sure what was going on in Yanjun’s head. He said all those nasty things to you before but here he was, holding onto your hand with seemingly no intention of letting go. Your mind was running a thousand thoughts at once. As you tried gathering the proper words to speak, Yanjun broke the silence himself.

“They’re right, you know,” he said wistfully.

“Who?” you replied in confusion.

“The others. The ones who spread all the rumors about me. I’m a trouble maker who is always up to no good. You have no reason to be around me. I’ll only ruin everything for you. You don’t need someone like me in your life,” Yanjun confessed, a bitter edge hanging onto his words.

Behind the strong poker face he tried to put up, you could see the hurt and shame swimming in his eyes. Right now, you saw him in his most vulnerable state. This was the Yanjun that didn’t care about what people said about him... unless it had an effect on you. No matter how tough he tried to appear, he was insecure at the thought that you wouldn’t want him in your life anymore. You saw that he was willing to protect you and your image, even if it meant cutting him out of the picture.

“You’re wrong.”

He turned to look at you in surprise. You stared back at him with determined eyes. With little hesitation, you wrapped your arms around his torso and pulled him into a hug, burying your face into his chest but only enough so that you still had room to breathe and talk.

You clarified, “I don’t care what others say about you. Rumors are rumors. They don’t understand you like I do. Likewise, no one understands me better than you. I have every reason to be around you because I need you. Lin Yanjun, do you hear me? I need you.”

There was another moment of silence before he wrapped his arms around your frame, pulling you closer to his chest. Feeling him rest his chin on top of your head, you smiled at the familiar sensation.

“Sorry for everything I said. I didn’t mean any of it. Do you really need me as much as you say you do?” he questioned, running his fingers through your hair softly.

“Of course. Who else is going to provide me with free food?” you teased.

You felt him flick the top of your head in warning, making you whine from the pain. “Don’t start thinking I’ll be your slave now that we’re together,” he scoffed.

You raised a curious eyebrow at him. Looking at him with amusement, you replied, “Together? As in a couple?”

Yanjun rolled his eyes, looking away to hide the fact that he was slightly blushing. “What else, idiot?”

You happily kissed his cheek as an answer. He tsked, shaking his head before tapping on his lips expectantly in response. Rolling your eyes playfully, you leaned up once more and met his lips for a proper kiss.

It didn’t matter where life would take you. All you wanted was for Yanjun to stay with you throughout the journey.

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lxdymoon0357 · 2 years

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Hello hello

I need some good old Jimmy and Alex content, so how about a reader who really likes to cook and draw?

Stay hydrated,eat enough and stay ssfe bestie☆

(Hello, my love Moki!!!)

Tsundere Delinquent Bully X Reader HCs:

S/O who really likes to cook and draw

Jimmy Santos

⌘ Well, he didn't know how good you are at cooking and drawing at first, but once he snuck in your room while you were in the shower and he ended up seeing a sketch book named 'Jimmy, bby <3' and curiosity won over him as he flipped through the books to see various sketches of him, all bringing out his beautiful features.

⌘ He didn't tell you he saw his drawing, but he he nearly ended up fainting due to being so flustered. But every once in a while, he sneaks that notebook out to see now sketches of him all the time, each in various moments, him eating, sleeping, laughing, smiling, zoning out, and who knows what.

⌘ He also only learnt about your talent in cooking when you were once eating food in the cafeteria and he ended up taking a bite of your tiffin and he was amazed and when he asked who made it, you replied that you made it yourself, he nearly pissed himself thinking you were joking but when you didn't laugh, he was READY to wife you up there right then and there, a ring for you all ready!

⌘ He would often have cooking dates with you, where you both cook something together and then he will play video games while you sketch something or more specifically him!

⌘ He also learnt cooking a bit from his aunt who was trying to earn his forgiveness and so when he requested her to teach him how to cook, she immediately agreed and also his cooking are quickly catching up, you have to do something to get better!!!

⌘ He also buys you as many art supplies you need, whenever you need, he uses his uncle Billy's card, which is kind of full 80% of the time, because he doesn't remember how much he earns and only uses a bit to buy alcohol....

⌘ Oh! Speaking of his uncle and aunt, they meet you and ended up liking you more then Jimmy in an instant, uncle Billy only stops drinking when you are included in the conversation and he loves you like his daughter and so happy you take Jimmy off their hands...

⌘ One thing you both do as dates is that you both cook a dish where one if guiding the other and the other has to follow all the rules given by their guider to make the dishes and so often you both end up ruining the dish and then finally make it together which tastes heavenly after you both are horribly tired!

⌘ He won't admit it, but he loves when you draw him and how focused you are when you're either cooking or drawing, painting or whatever you like to do..

Alex Bokarov

⌘ Alex as normal boyfriend is something I crave on nights when I feel "risky"....*wink wink* iykyk, but if one thing is true it's that he is amazing boyfriend as a normal persona and not when he is mentally insane.....

⌘ Honestly I don't approve a relationship with him, but if he was perfectly okay up there in his head, he would quite a good boyfriend...Again I'm saying this...

⌘ But if you had a talent in art, he would feed into your hobby as much as he can, bringing you model, motivating you, bringing you supplies, giving you ideas, posing as a model and what not you want him to do.

⌘ He loves to sketch along with you, you both acting as each-others models and try to see who can do better, you always win....But he's always happy to spend time with you, doing something you love, even though he's more of a person who leans more on painting and digital art I think...

⌘ He would love to cook for you, he loves your cooking, don't take him wrong, but hates getting you tired or or maybe you cut your hands cutting something or burn your hand while cooking, he's kind of overprotective...

⌘ He loves to make foods from different cuisines like Hispanic, French, Italian, Korean, Japanese, Indian, Vietnamese, German and many other different cuisines cause we have many cultures and he's always happy to try new recipes...

⌘ He didn't grew up with good parents or like his parents just never paid attention to him, because they were horrible workaholics and since he was kind of a rich boy, he has many things and gadgets for you to try in your drawing and cooking....

⌘ He spends so much time, trying to draw better just so you both can draw together and spend more time with each-other...He will literally spend hours and has completed three books in only two months...

⌘ He helps you cook as well!!! You can doing anything and he will be helping you in anything you want...Like boiling water, mixing spices, cutting vegetables, frying foods or whatever you want him to do...

#navi⌗writes⌗#tsundere delinquent bully headcanons #tsundere delinquent bully x y/n #tsundere delinquent bully x reader #tsundere delinquent bully #tsundere deliquent bully series #jimmy santos headcanons #jimmy santos x reader #tsundere delinquent fanfics #alex bokarov heacanons #alex bokaravo x reader #alex #jimmy #jimmy santos X reader #jimmy santos x you #jimmy santos x y/n

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lxdymoon0357 · 2 years

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lxdymoon0357 · 2 years

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Since Christmas is in 3 days can I maybe get some Hc's about Jimmy and Alex spending time With reader around this time?

(Moki!!! I love you so much and hope you have good times!!!)

Tsundere Delinquent Bully X Reader:

Christmas HCs

Jimmy Santos

✣ Jimmy has never celebrated Christmas, because his uncle is mostly drunk and his aunt is never home, also he never grew up in a healthy household, so his first Christmas is going to be with you!!!

✣ He only celebrated Christmas once with Alex and Chris and he was mortified, because those two also don't know Christmas traditions and they kept making up stuff and some of it wasn't really family friendly....

✣ So, upon the beginning of December, drag this man out and play with him in the snow, he's going to be so happy!!! He's never known how soft snow can be until he fell face first into the snow with his uncle laughing at him in the back....

✣ He would love to help you pick a Christmas tree, but het gets all confused and doesn't see the difference between them....After you both get one and set it up and get it ready to be decorated, he going to be waiting all patient beside you, while you do it, like a little baby.

✣ He would also dance with you, he surprisingly knows and still remembers a little bit of waltz as he took an interest in it when he young and tried learning it from Youtube, but he dropped it after entering middle school and meeting Alex, Chris and his gang.

✣ He also tried crocheting and now, he knows how to make you mittens, gloves and what not for your hands and he doesn't really care that you don't need them, just take them, he made some for you that he might want you to wear when he decides to propose to you, he put five hours of work in them to make them special for you!!!

✣ Jimmy now has a fake ID and would often buy alcoholic drinks for Christmas and probably would sneak his uncle and aunt's drinks as well, he doesn't really care what they think...He likes to have festive drinks as well...He has three different types of Christmas wine, he maxed out his uncle and aunt's card to get them for you both, yes you did end up drinking it after much persuation from him.

✣ Oh!!!! You both also bake cookies and gingerbread, and he won't stop baking and making them until he got the authentic taste and they look perfect in his eyes, it's gonna take hours..So now you both have many different types of amazing cookies to give away as Christmas presents to your neighbors.

✣ Oh, yeah I honestly think you'd have a Christmas party where you'd invite Director Richards and when he enters the house he sees Jimmy and immediately gets scared that he's trying to rob you or that he threatened you to invite him...

✣ But after you welcome Director Richards and leave him to sit near Jimmy, where he holds you hand occasionally kissing it, Director Richards absolutely dies on the inside, because Jimmy Santos? The biggest delinquent of the school? The biggest asshole? Being sweet with you? The kind child and the hall monitor?????? He can't believe he got to date you, he's mad thinking Jimmy will distract you from your studies, but you still do as good as you used to before and Jimmy is now getting slightly better in his studies as well, so he'll ignore it, but he's still not fine with it...

✣ Jimmy hates to play in the snow, or so he makes it seem, because of his RoUgHeSt GuY oN tHe BlOcK ReP....He actually loves snow, he loves to play with it like it's slime, trying to squish and poke it, and he builds balls with it saying they're diamond ball he found while in the pyramid of Hong-Kong...He's a bit confused, but he's got the spirit!!!

✣ He also loves Christmas treats, especially if they have white chocolate in them and they have Oreo in them, he don't care whether it's just a gloop and not even a treat yet, he's just swallowing that shit....

✣ He also loves to make snowmen, they're also named 'Goody Two Shoes' after you and he says it's a snowman version of you, they are also the same height as your as he often decorates it with tiny snow diamonds!!!!

Alex Bokarov

☣ Alex, if he wasn't like what he was in the series like not traumatising nor crazy, he would actually be very sweet boyfriend. Alex but still is a part of his gang and would probably still be friends with Jimmy and his S/O.

☣ Alex would try to tell you his favourite traditions, but they're all mortifying, like he wants to have mayonnaise to make and decorate his gingerbread houses and gingerbread-men...He's very optimistic about it at-least, so that's a plus point...I guess?

☣ He would carry you around in snow, playfully pretending to drop you and would often kiss you to calm you down and later on whine about how you don't love him if you don't give him pecks every 20 seconds.

☣ He knows how to make amazing hot coco, they're the absolute best, so warming and creamy, yet not too filling, it is great and when he makes them for you, he lifts you up and sits you on the counter and often make-out, while your hot cocos are slowly heating on the excruciatingly slow so he gets more time to kiss you.

☣ He grew up near a old couple who would looks after him, Jimmy, Chris and other gang members as her sons and would always make them those satisfying, ugly yet adorable, vintage, Christmas sweaters, upon learning of Alex dating you, she would now make you a sweater too as to welcome you to the neighbourhood, you and Alex both have matching reindeer sweaters and they look absolutely adorable on Alex.

☣ He knows how to play a guitar, but he only plays it for Christmas, he calls it "Christmas guitar', so you both can have fun singing Christmas songs, this begins when you start the month of November, when one day you were rummaging through old things in Alex's attic, you came across a guitar decorated with painting of snow, snowmen, Christmas lights, pine trees and overall festivity symbols.

☣ Upon taking it to Alex, he told you about his hobby of playing guitar from Christmas songs and Christmas chorus at the church, so his singing voice is just amazing even though it is quiet in the beginning because he's shy and then he gets confident and starts singing normally.

☣ Alex is also good at making cakes and gingerbread, he makes everyone jealous with his gingerbread house making skills, including you, except when you get all pouty, he gives in easily and lets you sit in his lap when he feeds you your favourite food.

☣ If there is one thing he loves about Christmas is buying each-other gifts, you both will play a game with Jimmy and his girlfriend, the game will include buying things for everyone according to a list given to everyone, it's like a secret Santa, but a bit more fun for him!!

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lxdymoon0357 · 2 years

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So I wanted to do incorrect quotes about Jimmy,Alex and Listener

And this one came up

I AM CRYING FROM LAUGHTER😭

wowwwww!!! Fuck you Jimmy! *runs....

But honestly, imagine if listener said no...

Jimmy: Hey hon, would you take a bullet for me??

Listener: ........NO.

Jimmy: What? Why?

Listener: because it's going to be connected to Alex and because NO!

*Cue Jimmy whining and crying while hugging us....

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ramblehour · 2 years

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Oi Moki!! Did you miss me? I want to request HCs for Jimmy with a S/O who has a few piercings like him, but he has never seen them because she only wears them at home and removes them every morning for school because Dress code? and because they're a goody two shoes????

A/N:Oh Boy I haven't written anything for so long can I even still do it?😭

From the Covers I could only see his earpiercing so let's go With them

If anyone has questions/Tipps how I could improve myself feel free to tell me!

Enjoy!

HC's about Jimmy Santos with a !fem S/O who has piercings

He never really paid much attention to your ears.Thought you wear normal earrings

He was Flabbergasted when he saw you with them

Couldn't grasp the fact that THE goody two shoes would have piercings

You Had to explain that you only don't wear them since the Dresscode says so and you don't want to get into trouble

Finds a way to tease you about it.Especially about the I-don't-want-to-get-into-trouble-part.

Will insist to have matching ones

Helping you clean them <33

Wants to come with you if you ever want new ones

Tbh I think he didn't even visit sb professional and just did them himself when he was younger-

Alex helped him

You were horriefied

He MELTS when he saw you wear ones that look like his

WILL try to get you, to get more since you.just.look.so.hot.with.them.

His words not mine

In the future both of you got way more piercings

Bonus

As you lied comfortable on your bed scrolling through social media you heard your boyfriend shuffle near you trying to get comfortable.It was a relaxing night.You Just watched a movie cuddeld up and danced around to your favoriten music,there was no school to worry about and cooked for dinner something together.Jimmy even stopped trying to get you to get more piercings.The night was simply perfect

You continued looking at the diffrent Posts until Jimmy broke the silence.

"So I have been thinking.How about Nip-"

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD JIMMY NO."

Bonus Bonus

Warning:The drawing below is VERY bright I am so sorry :,)

An Idea for the Piercings :)

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lxdymoon0357 · 1 year

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My Broken Kayageum

<< Chapter 1 >>

<< Summary: Jimmy Santos finds a broken instrument in the attic and he relates to it in more than one way....>>

<< Warnings: afterlife, realms, mentions of hell, heaven and blood. Bandages and a teeny mention of uncle Billy being drunk! OOC, because I can't seem to write tsunderes...sorry moki @ramblehour>>

<<A/N: This lore takes place two months after Alex's death, trash writing and I'm very tired>>

"Afterlife is a place of rest for people who die, yet it also serves punishments for people who have done bad things in their life. Just like our Earth has many countries, when a person dies there are over 200 realms a person can live in as their afterlife. But the most famous of these are Hell and Heaven, the realms of angels and demons. Though leaving the people of Earth, residents of other realms know that these two realms are only two of a few other realms, they most famous and common known realms are..

Hell

Heaven

Infernal

Celestia

Sheoxiotopia

Aettodolon

Yiodilon

Xaettirene

And...

?????

Most famous of these realms is ?????...it is famous for being the most unknown realm..

like most people on Earth presume, Heaven is a paradise and that Hell is a place of eternal damnation, but it's wrong, both the realms are quite frank to say just realms, they don't gain any type of paradise or damnation when they're put into these realms, these realms only serve as homes for humans who turn into angels or demons, no punishments are placed in these realms.

But what about people who do bad things and deserve to suffer eternal damnation? Well, there is a certain realm which serves punishments for such people...It's called 'Maroon Earth' for the blood the realm showers in on a daily basi-"

"Okay! Shut up you both! What are you doing???"

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"God it's dirty here....I'm cleaning this attic of dust and insect! What does it look like, uncle Billy!?"

Jimmy asked his uncle, annoyed at him for ruining his time with his girlfriend who was changing his bandage on his back from their attack by Alex, where they weren't able to get proper medical attention and were only able to get themselves correctly bandaged after he fell...They still remember that...Blood, guns, bruises, adrenaline and what not running through their mind as they ignored the pain to be with each-other...It was only a few months..

"Yeaaa....Jussst, shuut up!!" His uncle slurred, while the sound of someone climbing the wooden ladder was heard over Uncle Billy's slurred random talking before his aunt's all angry and concerned head came into view from the floor, as she stood up on the attic floor and pulled Jimmy's uncle, apologizing to them, before slapping uncle's head and scolding him a bit and sending him down the ladder down the hole in the attic, before turning to the couple and saying, "I laid down a large mattress so if he fell, he wouldn't be hurt, anyways, if you both need anything, ask me..Yeah?" Before she climbed down the ladder.

As Jimmy stood up and wore his shirt back before standing up and dusting himself off and offering his head to his girlfriend, you..

"Come-on, let's hurry up a bit and if you need anything, don't be afraid to ask me...Let's hope she doesn't bring anybody over tonight..." As he mentally gagged, as you both continued to work before you were bandaging him.

As you shuffled through large boxes of stuff, you came across an old photo of baby Jimmy, it was probably old as shit, but you can tell it was him, he had the same black hair and maroon eyes and long lashes....

He was being held by a beautiful Asian couple, both were wearing a beautiful traditional clothing in turquoise and white, the lady has long, straight black hair which were curly at the ends matching Jimmy exactly and grey eyes, her husband however has brown hair and maroon eyes, similar to your boyfriend, the lady was holding toddler Jimmy who was matching his parents, with having a white butterfly clip in his hair. You never expected Jimmy with having clips in his hair and smiling, much less being the child of an Asian couple....

You tried to guessing the couple's ethnicities, but there were many things mixing up and in the end you gave up, as you leaned over in the box and pulled out a album, as you opened it up, there were photos of Uncle Billy and his wife in their youth doing stuff teenagers would do; smoking cigarettes, drinking alcohol and what not, as you flipped through the pages, there was an empty space right after a few pages, the page was filled with Jimmy and his parents doing various things, but there was something off about them...Yet you couldn't place your hand on it, as you ignored it and put the photo you had in your hand back into the album and flipped the page, your sight went to a dusty brown spot on the page, it had a metallic smell and was very weird to touch, but you ignored it and just as you were about to flip multiple pages at once, a voice called out to you-

"Hey! I was wondering if you want to go on a tiny date right now???" Jimmy asked snatching you attention from the book, as you stopped and closed the book before turning to him and asking, "What type of...tiny date?" Suspiciously, taking Jimmy of-guard, before replying with "I'm just joking, I know you steal your uncle's card all the time, it's not big deal to me, anymore....."

As you stood up and dusted yourself off, and putting the album back in the box before you helped up Jimmy and you both climbed down the ladder and onto the mattress at the bottom of the stairs, before Jimmy carrying two of his jackets, some money, Uncle Billy's credit card and his bike keys, while you wrote a post-it note about you both leaving on a late night errand run and stuck it on a obvious place on the ladder in-case his aunt came to check on you both.

As you walked out the cold wind of night immediately made you shiver as you folded your arms as you both walked towards the place where Jimmy parks his bike, which is a quite far, as you bother were walking Jimmy put his warm large hands around your shoulders and leaned down to kiss your cheek, making your cheeks warm up a it with shyness and little happiness before you both continued walking. Upon reaching his bike, he got it out of the parking lot, as he gave you his favorite jacket, which you loved as well, both on him and yourself.

As you slipped your arms past the large jacket and zipped it up, up to your neck, Jimmy was finally waiting for you to hop on, as he looked over at you zipping up his jacket nearly up to your mouth as you beamed proudly upon doing so, making him smile a bit, as you walked back while he got the bike out of the parking spot and upon Jimmy doing so climbed up behind him, finally ready you both left the place and walked towards your favorite grocery or 24/7 store, it has a shit ton of your favorite food and it just so happens to be the place where the most annoying person ever worked, Chris, you still remember how he called you a 'dumb bimbo' when you and Alex were hidden in the boys locker room together.

As you both walked in, Chris immediately stood up and waved at you both, "Hey dude! Whatchu doing here? Another tiny date with your goody two-shoe-" he cut his talk off upon seeing you with a scowl on your face, it scared him to death knowing, if he were to annoy you Jimmy would not leave him alive...He decided to smile sheepishly and awkwardly before sitting down on the cashier spot. "Hey." You said clearly annoyed, as Jimmy waved before picking up a basket from near the counter, taking your hand and disappearing in one of the isles to get some of your favorite microwaveable foods, cup noodles, pizzas, sausages, spaghetti, soups, sausage and other things.

Browsing through the Air Conditioned store, kind of made you happy as you held tightly onto Jimmy's hand. You picked up a few pastries and a box of cookies, before putting them in a basket, after half a hour later, when you were finally done with shopping for random midnight treat snacks, you went to the counter and Jimmy paid for the things using Uncle Billy's credit card. You actually smiled a bit and waved your hand at a smiling Chris with Jimmy while you both left the store. As Jimmy rode his bike through the cold night, feeling the somewhat strong wind on your cheeks and hands which held the large bag of snacks.

Finally reaching home, you texted to your parents that you'll be staying over at his house and it was a day off tomorrow, win win! Your parents didn't completely approve of Jimmy but they liked him a bit. You got off as Jimmy took the bag as you walked ahead to the door and knocking on it, Jimmy's aunt opened the door peeking outside to see you and Jimmy before letting you both in and leaving for her room.

Instead of going back to the attic to clean like you were here for, you both went to his room to do something else, which was like small but cozy and nice enough to fit you both, as you plopped down to sit on the bed, as Jimmy smiled and teased you about being short as always, "Hey, I'm not lying, you idiot when I say you can fit under my bed and maybe you'll be able to make friends with the demon underneath it, because you're a demon like it, aren't you??" he teased with a mischievous smirk on his face as he sat beside you leaning back on the wall. He continued to be a pain in the ass and only stopped when you pinched his arm badly,

"Okay, I SAID SORRY! DAMN! Sheesh, you seriously are tougher than you look!" Jimmy said as he rubbed the spot where you pinched before putting his arm around your shoulder as you opened the bag and looked through the stuff to see what you both got, when he suddenly got an idea and he asked, "Hey, wanna have a movie marathon??? No horror movies this time like last time, when you were jumping into my arms every two seconds!" He said smirking when you reminded him "The last time I remember, you were the one who jumped onto me when it was getting scary and you were the one who screamed louder than me.."

"Pshh, no I wasn't, why you lying goody two-shoes?" He said unimpressed and looking at you judgingly when you said,

"Oh yeah, tiktok-" "OKAY, I'M SORRY, NO DON'T SEND IT TO THE STREET-CUTTER CREW!! I WON'T HEAR THE END OF IT!" Jimmy immediately took back everything he said when you mentioned his eenie-meenie-mo tiktok, he always does when you do it, pretty cute, ain't it?? :]

As you and him lay in bed, munching on one or the other thing, watching movies, you both slowly started getting tired and sleepy of cleaning the attic and going out and buying snacks for this thing, you both fell asleep snuggled together.

But soon night turned to day as light of the sun made your skin warm and burn some places annoyingly. You're eyes started to open as somebody violently shook you awake, you're vision started clearing of the dark circles from your eyes, as you rubbed your eyes getting the sleep, tiredness and eye boogers out of them. waking awake, you sat up as Jimmy's aunt smiled at you, when you realized Jimmy wasn't in bed.

"Jimmy had somewhere to be, i made breakfast for you, come downstairs with me dear, I put out fresh towels, a clean pair of clothes and a new toothbrush, since you didn't bring one." Aunt Julie smiled as you sat up.

"Miss Santos, there was no need to do that!!" You said smiling brightly,

"Oh, I insist, please! Also it's fine, you're basically family now, you keep Jimmy out of trouble as well! So this is a small thank you" Aunt Julie smiled as she helped you out of bed, and as a thank you you helped her make Jimmy's bed and clean the house a bit before going to freshen up.

Washing up and wearing some of Jimmy's clothes, you went downstairs to the kitchen, to see Jimmy help his aunt on cooking food, him cutting, as you came into the kitchen Jimmy and Aunt Julie both smiled and greeted you good morning, you wished them back before helping them around for their hospitality. But Uncle Billy was no where to be found, curious, you asked, "Uhm, where is Mr. Santos?"

"Ah, no need to refer to him that way, dear!!"

"Ah, no need to refer to him that way, Goody two-shoes." Jimmy and Aunt Julie said in unison as Jimmy, Aunt Julie and you ate while watching the morning TV.

"Uncle Billy is probably out with some of his friends like always, never helping around the goddamn house, always drinking, getting mad at us and being a nuisance to us.." Jimmy said angrily huffing as he took a huge bite out of his breakfast. After breakfast, while you and Jimmy helped clean the dishes while Aunt Julie was out on the porch, maybe talking with neighbors, watering the plants, cleaning the porch, cleaning the Street-cutter's truck, who knows? But it was nice. Soon as you both were finished, you suddenly felt a chill down your spine as you felt something was off, but you ignored it as you helped Jimmy in studying, you had been doing since since the beginning of when you met.

as you both were helping him practice equations, which were getting harder and harder one after another, you both heard the door bell ring, as you heard some muffled chattering, deciding it was a break you and Jimmy closed and put the things away as you walked downstairs hearing a man's voice as you come closer to the door

"We're here to for Billy Santos, he is suspected for murder of three people, two adults and one kid..."

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