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famwhy · 1 year

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Deception

Yandere Delinquent

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A grin manifested itself onto your face as your eyes lit up with excitement and anticipation. The contraption you made was impressive and very unnecessary at the same time. To think, you created a complicated work of art for such a small purpose.

"Y/N! Whatcha doing?"

You brought a finger up to your lips, hushing your classmate as though you were keeping a big secret despite the fact that your so-called 'secret' was so blatantly obvious.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm pranking Reema!" You somehow yelled while whispering.

"Ooh! What's going to happen?"

"Well, she's gonna walk through those doors right there and that bucket of water will splash onto her. It's enough to irritate her but it shouldn't hurt her or anything."

Your eyes never left the bucket with only a string keeping it upright and keeping it from falling onto some poor random passerby.

"What are we waiting for?" You jumped, turning to your side and meeting eyes with the very friend you wished to prank.

"REEMA?!" You panicked.

You had to hurry and put away the apparatus before it-.

Splash.

"WHO THE FUCK IS THE FUNNY GUY WHO SET THIS SHIT UP?!"

Fingers pointed straight at you as your whole figure grew rigid, a chill running down your spine as a shadow gradually loomed over you. You watched your friend gulp, eliciting you to gulp too.

You slowly turned around, mentally preparing yourself.

Unfortunately for you, no amount of preparation could help you with the sight you were met with.

There, stood with steam pouring out his eardrums, was the school's toughest delinquent - Zayn - and damn did he not look happy.

"You think you're funny?" His glare pierced through you, anger dripping off of him.

"Nuh-no, sir, Mr Zayn sir." You were pretty sure everyone in the room at that exact moment was praying for you.

"Then why the fuck would you do that?" You flinched as he reached for your collar, clenching his hands into fists and lifting you up with ease. "Today, behind the school 3:30."

"Oof." You landed on your arse when he dropped you, Reema immediately rushing to your side in alarm.

"Y/N." You met eyes with her, both of you fearful towards your near future. "You are so going to die."

"Maybe he forgot?" You nervously smiled in your best friend's direction, chuckling as you scratched the back of your neck.

"Or maybe not." She pointed in the direction of the only entrance to the classroom, where a burly guy covered head-to-toe with tattoos stood with a glare on his face.

"Oh my God, I'm so dead."

"Maybe if you comply, you'll get less of a beating?" The tan girl gave you a nervous smile of her own, sweat-dropping as she noticed the guy's eyes land directly on her before moving in your direction.

A huge lump formed in your throat as he stomped over to you, grabbing your arm harshly and pulling you along.

This was it. This was the day you were going to die.

Damn, you hadn't even gotten rich yet and you were already gonna kick the bucket. Why was life so cruel?

Your mind didn't register the fact that you had arrived in front of Zayn until you were thrown to his feet, forced onto your knees.

"Give me a reason why I shouldn't clobber you right now."

You were finally able to gulp down the huge lump in your throat, pupils shrinking in fear as they refused to leave the built male's fists. You couldn't find words. You were so terrified.

When his fist moved closer, you shut your eyes tight, trembling with fear as you waited for the collision.

"WAIT WAIT WAIT!" One eye opened, relief flooding through you as you saw your best friend standing there, panting.

"Wait? Why?" Zayn's tone was filled with spite, he was clearly not willing to hear her out. "You wanna get beat too."

"On second thought..."

Your mouth went agape as she backed down as quickly as she arrived to be 'hero'. Although, you couldn't blame her, you'd do the same in her position.

Luckily for you, she was providing a good enough distraction for you to escape.

You slowly got up, getting ready to tip-toe away from the brute before you.

"Gah!"

"Just where do you think you're going?"

Damn delinquents and their dumb posses.

"Oh ho ho, trying to get away now, are we?" Zayn smirked your way, the malicious glint in his eyes sending you running for the hills (or, at least, wanting to).

You were held still as you thrashed about, having now found the strength in you to at least try to fight back. Your movements grew more vigorous as he approached you, panic overtaking you and adrenaline flooding through your veins.

His fist came hurdling towards your direction and-.

"WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT!"

He groaned. "What now?"

"The reason why I did that prank was so that I could get closer to you!" You spewed out, eyes trained on his fist that was a mere centimetre away from your face.

"Get closer to me?" His voice completely changed - going from a tough guy to a curious child.

"Yeah! Yeah! I always thought you were sort of cool and had this major crush on you but I never figured out a way to approach you so I set all of that up to get your attention!"

Reema stared at you with wide eyes, easily being able to identify your fib.

"You like me?" You felt the arms holding you grow looser and watched as Zayn lowered his fist, eyes swirling with a completely different emotion than before.

"Yeah!"

"Oh." Suddenly, his face erupted into a deep shade of red - completely throwing you off guard. "I-I've never had someone like me before."

"Wuh-well I do." The crazy hand movements Reema was making from behind the delinquent were barely registering in your mind that was still drunk on adrenaline.

"Oh." More surprise flooded you as a shy smile overtook his face. "Do you wanna... go on a date then?"

"Yes! A hundred percent! Totally!" You were quick to agree, nodding your head vigorously in, what he probably mistook as excitement, but was actually relief.

"I'll see you tomorrow after school then!"

Both you and Reema watched with astonishment as the girls in his little group squealed and gushed with him as he walked away, a heavy blush still decorating his face.

"Wow, who knew big bad Zayn was such a softie when it came to love?"

"You are so screwed when he finds out your feelings aren't genuine."

"Then I guess I'll have to make sure he doesn't find out."

"And forever be in a relationship you aren't happy with?" The brunette rose an eyebrow at you, crossing her arms sternly.

"Of course not, I'll find a way to break things off. For now though, I'm probably gonna have to go on that date tomorrow."

"You are unbelievable."

Time flew by in a blur and the next day seemed to arrive within the blink of an eye, the end of the school day arriving faster.

You gazed through the window, staring straight at the awaiting figure just outside the door. He seemed completely different to how his lackey was the previous day, it really did amaze you.

"Y/N." You looked to your side, noticing the random classmate that stood beside you. "What's he doing here? Didn't he already beat you up yesterday? Hasn't he had his fill?"

You didn't bother answering, only shrugging and reverting your gaze back to the built male. Your body jerked forward as your classmate smacked you on the back, grinning at you before wishing you good luck.

You were definitely going to need it.

With a deep inhale, you left the classroom, bracing yourself for the interaction that was just waiting to occur.

"Uh, hey." A pause. "I- uh, I brought you uh- flowers. I didn't know which you liked so I uh- I just got you roses."

"Oh um, I'm allergic to roses."

"You are?! Shit, I'm sorry."

"No no, it's okay," You sent him a small smile. "There's no way you would've known."

"Shit, I just feel bad I guess." His hand made its way to the back of his neck as he rubbed it without making eye contact. "I mean, here you are, crushing majorly on me and yet, I don't even know a thing about you."

Ha, 'crushing majorly' on him. What a joke.

"It's okay, I didn't expect you to."

"It's just- this is my first date and-."

"First date?!" Your eyes widened as you cut him off. "But you're such a hot guy, how has no girl snatched you up before?!" Believe or not, you were actually being genuine when calling him hot.

It was quite amusing to watch his face explode into crimson merely due to you calling him 'hot'. God, he was such a virgin.

"Yeah, uh, not a lot of girls are into the whole 'I'll beat you up if you come within 10 metres of me' thing." The nervous chuckle that followed after held sad undertones within it, causing you to pity the male.

"Well I think you're a huge softie with just the appearance of a tough guy." You punched his shoulder with a playful smile. "They don't know what they're missing out on."

If it was even possible, his face flushed even deeper.

He stared at you for a few moments, leaving you to awkwardly look from side-to-side, wondering if you said the wrong thing or not.

"Thank you..."

"Oh, uh, your wel- ack!"

Your lungs were restricted - his arms were wrapped around you so tightly, it was hard to breathe.

"Can't..... breathe...."

"Sorry! Sorry!" He let go of you, bringing his hand back up to his neck. "No one's ever said anything like that to me."

The more he spoke, the more the sickening feelings of guilt and remorse flooded through you, pity eating you alive.

No, Y/N, it's better him than you... right?

You cleared your throat, making a move to leave the campus. "Well uh, let's go on that date then."

"And then paint fell all over him and my brother was smirking the whole time before yelling at me to stop being mean. Can you believe the audacity?"

As you ranted, Zayn's eyes never left your form, the look on his face screamed 'lovestruck' and you definitely noticed.

Maybe you should stop talking? You were sure this little 'crush' he had on you was merely because of the fact that this was probably the first confession he'd ever received.

"Y/N?"

"Hm?"

"Do you wanna- uh, I mean, do you mind if we could-? Nevermind actually."

Oh, you hate when people do this.

"No, you've got me curious now, what do you want?"

"Uh well, I don't know if you want to or not."

"Well, you'll never know if you never ask, right?"

"Do you mind if we... kiss..?"

One blink.

Two blinks.

Then, your blood suddenly grew warmer.

Did he just ask if you wanted to kiss him?

Why was that... strangely cute?

"Uh, sure." One kiss wouldn't hurt.

His face grew closer to your own - slowly but surely, his lips found a place on your own. It almost didn't feel like anything, that was how gentle he was as he held your chin within his thumb and forefinger. Of course, the kiss reeked of inexperience but it held its own charm to it.

You almost found yourself wanting more when he pulled away. Almost.

The look in his eyes was now even more infatuated than ever.

You might have possibly made a huge mistake.

A few days passed since your first date and you were nowhere near able to break up with Zayn on your own.

You needed help.

"Reema!" You grabbed your best friend's hand, stopping her in her tracks.

"Y/N? Oh my God, I haven't seen you in days! Where have you been?!" Your mind barely registered the hug she gave you, too desperate to gain help as soon as possible.

"That's because he constantly takes up every single second of my life and I'm forced to go on dates with him constantly!" You pulled away from her, holding her by her shoulders and shaking her violently. "It was cute at first but now it's too much! Do you know how hard it was to get some alone time with you?! I need to break up with him!"

"Then do it!"

"I can't do it directly! I need your help!"

"How am I going to help you?"

"You're going to flirt with him and make him fall for you so that he breaks up with me!" You placed your fists onto your hips, smiling triumphantly at your genius idea.

"Uh huh. And if he doesn't fall for me?"

"He will."

"But he loves you."

"No, he loves the idea of someone liking him. Not me individually. Anyone could flirt him and I garauntee he'll be just as obsessed with them as he is with me."

She said nothing, choosing to stare straight at you with a deadpan expression instead.

"Please! I'll buy you an ice cream!"

"Done."

"You sure this'll work?"

"A hundred percent. Now go! Before his friends come to him."

You pushed her towards him, encouraging her to walk to him on her own when she looked back at you.

"Uh, hey there handsome."

The palm of your hand fell directly on your face. This girl had no skill whatsoever.

"Uh, hey." You grinned as you witnessed the blush that crossed his face. You knew it! Although, it did hurt a little to know you weren't very special.

"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" She winked at him, twirling a strand of her hair as she fluttered her eyelashes.

You watched as Zayn rubbed his arm, the blush on his face deepening. "Uh."

"Let's get out of here and go on a date, what say you?"

'What say you', was this girl on crack or some shit?

"Uh, actually. I already have someone that I love."

"Well, you can forget about her, I'm sure I'm much better."

You snickered at the bitchy tone she was using, impressed by her finally pulling off the role.

"Actually, she's so much better than you so you better scram."

All of a sudden, Zayn reverted into his usual delinquent self.

"Uh..."

Shit, this was not going well. You had to think of something quickly!

Luckily for you, the perfect opportunity arose.

"Gah!"

You left your hiding spot, dramatically stomping over in the direction Reema was in. An exaggerated gasp left your lips. "ZAYN! HOW COULD YOU?! AFTER EVERYTHING WE'VE BEEN THROUGH!"

"Baby... it's not what it looks like!"

You sniffled. "NO! WE'RE THROUGH! I NEVER WANNA SEE YOUR FACE AGAIN!"

What happened, exactly, to give you the perfect opportunity? Why, Reema tripped over something and landed straight into Zayn's arms. The perfect scenario for you to break off things with him.

As you stomped away, you couldn't help the sly smirk that crossed your lips.

Mission success.

You were starting to worry, you had called Reema about 9 times already and not once had she picked up - which was strange considering the fact that you owed her ice cream and she never passed up free food.

"Y/N!" You jumped. That was Zayn's voice. "Y/N! Wait! Please!"

"Uh, Zayn, what are you uh- doing here?" You glanced around, trying to see if you could spot any of his underlings.

"Y/N, I know you don't wanna see me right now but please, please just come with me. I need to show you something."

"Can it wait? I'm kinda busy." You so badly wanted to brush him off.

When he grabbed your arm, though, you knew you couldn't. "Please."

"Fine." You rolled your eyes. "Make it quick."

"Thank you!"

"Yeah, whate-. Woah!"

He dragged you off with such strength, you felt like your arm was about to be ripped off your torso. Why did your ex have to be so damn strong?

With a huff, you refocused on your surroundings.

An alleyway.

He led you to an alleyway.

Oh God, was he going to beat you up for leaving him? Or worse, he found out you were lying this whole time and was about to give you the beating of a lifetime?!

"Come here." His tug was gentle now, but his grip stayed firm. The hand that wasn't holding yours moved to place itself over your eyes, obscuring your vision.

"Wha-?"

"Shhh."

You walked along with him as he guided you to what you assumed to be the place of your doom.

Never, though, would you have guessed that it would be the place of your friend's doom.

And yet, there you stood - hand cupped over your mouth, eyes wide and whole figure trembling. The urge to vomit overtaking you as your vision grew blurry.

Reema's body was just laying there, her brain on full display, blood flowing out her head like water would a cracked dam. Bits of her skull were scattered everywhere, her blood staining the wall beside her.

"See, my love? That's the extent I'm willing to go to for you."

Fun fact! This oneshot was inspired by an episode of Sweet Life on Deck where Zach pranks a delinquent girl by accident and gets out of a beating by lying about having a crush on her.

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biggestxsimps · 1 year

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Confessions

Male Osoro Shidesu x Male Reader fic!

A/N: Hello! Owner 2 here, it’s been a little while since I last uploaded. I honestly don’t have motivation to write at all, so I threw together this Yan Sim fic. I hope it’s alright, feedback would be appreciated :)

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT SUPPORT YAN DEV.

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Throughout the class, Y/N glanced at the time, clearly bored. He disliked this subject, the same as Osoro. He was glad his former childhood best friend was in the same class as him. If not, he didn’t know how he would survive without the delinquent. Being around Osoro was always an adventure, one minute the blonde would always be getting into trouble and Y/N always managed to somehow get dragged along into it.

This time, Shidesu behaved himself, not wanting to be expelled. Occasionally he would stir up some of the teachers and students. He scrunched up a piece of his paper into a ball, throwing it at another student's back before whistling innocently. Y/N glanced at him, averting his gaze before the bell suddenly went. Y/N gathered his stuff, immediately exiting the room with Osoro before either of them got into trouble.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” Y/N spoke, glancing at the blond male with a serious facial expression. He couldn’t help but laugh, not being able to keep a straight face. “Calling me an idiot? You’re lucky we’re friends.” Osoro muttered in response, crossing his arms over his chest as the two walked behind the school, sitting on the benches beside the incinerator area.

He slowly uncrossed his arms, grabbing his bento box and picking at some of the meat, bringing it to his mouth and eating happily as Y/N watched. He found that when the delinquent wasn’t tormenting students, he eased up a little bit.

It was pretty quiet, Osoro and Y/N just sharing glances at each other whilst they ate their food. After a little while the blonde delinquent suddenly decided to bring up confessions. This was a topic the two of them had avoided after a little encounter they had a few months ago.

“Uhm, Y/N. I wanted to ask, we never really got to speak about the whole confession thing.” He mutters, crossing his arms over his chest once again. “Were you being serious or fucking with me?” he asked, a hint of worry in his voice. It was clear he had a fear of being rejected by the other, he just needed reassurance he wasn't messing around with him.

Y/N smiled slightly, looking at him. He was glad he brung it up, he was going to bring it up himself but he didn’t know when the right time to do so was. “Seriously, I’d never mess around with you like that Osoro. My feelings are genuine.” he tousled his hair.

Osoro’s face flushed as he maintained eye contact with Y/N, a small smile appeared as he reached over, cupping the others cheeks, softly pressing his lips against Y/N’s own.

Y/N wrapped his arms around him, leaning into the chaste kiss. Moments later, he pulled back as he regained his breath. ”I love you.” Osoro mumbled, Y/N responding with a small ‘love you.’ in response.

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