#bad boy x reader

[tuneys-paracosm]

Nate B x Reader

A/N: This is my first time doing something like this! Nate is one of the people in my paracosm, and as with everyone else, is loosely based on people in my own life. I hope you enjoy <3

Content: Reader is female, mentions of smoking/vaping

You weren’t entirely sure you would ever believe you were dating Nate.

Some part of your head still associated him with the stereotype he and his friends had nurtured over the years, even before you had moved to Crescent City.

You remembered the caricature painted for you in your first few years going to Crescent City High—‘Don’t talk to the popular boys, they’re bad news.’ Sure, it wasn’t like Nate’s friends were angels, but they sure weren’t much worse than any of the other boys in your grade. Stereotypes didn’t actually matter if you just saw humans and not characters.

The stereotype was well-noted. Popular jocks. Ego and arrogance. Knockoff designer clothes and cheap cologne.

But Nate—he was one of the few in the group you had genuinely saw the appeal in. He had stormy grey eyes that really ‘looked’ at you—they bore into you, assessing you. He had rich dark hair that contrast to the pearly cool white of his skin. Strong jawline, delicate eyelashes. He walked with a cocky swagger that didn’t even feel learned—it was cute, in a way, like when you see a K-9 unit, far too adorable to truly be intimidating despite circumstances.

Your first year you pretty much avoided him at all costs, for fear of rumors, or whatever. Him and his friends felt like storybook characters, their struggles weren’t real to you at the time, their lives. Just rowdy football boys who talked to loud and took up too much space.

The first summer is when you really noticed him. Those last few weeks of school of freshmen year—a strange mix of clamoring upperclassmen stressing over wrapping up academics and unruly freshman skipping classes to mess around in the quad.

The weather was summery, sun shining far too warmly for your school with its nonexistent AC. He wore t-shirts that showed off his lean muscle. He got a buzzcut, which you’d swore to your friends you thought was gross, gossiping about it—but in a way, it was pretty, in a strange boyish way you’d never considered. Ebony hair glittered with reddish auburn streaks in the summer sun, shorn close to the scalp to protect from the heat. You’d never found anyone attractive with a buzzcut before, but Nate was different.

Now his hair is longer again, unruly black waves that won’t cooperate under any circumstances. It doesn’t matter what kind of haircut he gets. He’d still be about as ugly as a Renaissance painting in your eyes.

He acts like that jock boy stereotype, at least around most people, in school—despite not even playing football anymore. He doesn’t yell at teachers or throw parties with loud bass. He never did. He just walks his shoulders squared, jaw set, eyebrows furrowed a little, eyes pointedly staring—the way all those boys walk, like they’re expecting to fight somebody.

With his friends he’s relaxed. He walks normally. He laughs and he smiles, those little dimples on display—the sweet curl the corners of his lips make when he’s trying not to grin.

With you? He presses kisses to your forehead, combs his fingers through your hair. Fixes your bra strap so it’s not showing in public. Zips up your backpack so your notebook doesn’t fall out.

He lies on your chest, staring up at you—those grey eyes looking less like a soldier’s and more like a puppy’s, shiny and adoring. Something about his vulnerability with you makes you fall in love a little more every time. He shows you both of his sides, and you love every facet and every angle.

He whispers poetry in your ears and he’ll blast rap with his windows rolled down. He says he likes how you taste like tea cigarettes when he only has the tendrils of mint vape ghosting off his lips. He reads you John Steinbeck novels until you fall asleep on his chest, and he plays Xbox with his friends and a headset.

Maybe that’s why you were dating him. You saw him for who he was. You saw him, you didn’t just see duality. You didn’t see the ‘stereotype jock’, faceless and meaningless like some sort of herd animal. You saw him. You saw Nate.

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﹙alessio 781. ﹚. . . not understanding their tears when I die !? 🍒 : “ Yeah you read the title right. I ( 31M ) have what you call a regenerative. Trait. M a fucking enigma. ( Don't try track my IP you asshole ).

I admit I don't have the most charming job in the world but - someone's gotta do it. My powers make me come back from the dead. Frankenstein shit n all. ( I am not about to make a religious joke so fuck with Frankenstein. )

Anyway. It's common fact that I come back. My partner knows this. But every time I die - they cry. Of course like a good boyfriend I comfort them. But recently they been scolding me. Getting more emotional. And I just don't get it. I tried to explain to them that they've seen this waayyyy too many times to think I'm not gonna come back. I asked why do they have to be so dramatic you know?

Long story short, they're not talkin to me for a week now.

Yeah. Last week I took thirteen bullets to the gut. But I came back like I always did. I don't see the fucking issue. ”

꒰ mercenary ˖ immortal ˖ bad boy character ꒱

 

﹙jìngyí 209. ﹚. . . killing their coworker !? 🍓 : “ Please do hear my plight before jumping to conclusions at the title.

I, ( 46 M ), have always considered myself to be quite the possessive man. My beloved knows this well, as I have expressed it to them time and time again. I do not like sharing. Nor the thought of it. It makes my skin crawl.

Now, I understand that my darling is the height of beauty. I have garnered more patience for those that stare. My impulsions have eased for the past few months. However, I have noticed their coworker growing increasingly more. . . friendly.

He has been helping them with their work. Gives them compliments and shares stories as they both relate to interests. I have noticed him a few times when coming to pick up my partner. He always smiles and waves - as though expecting them to run back to him.

Last week was my dear’s birthday. And the bastard gifted them a box full of their favourite treats. So I simply did what any concerned boyfriend would do and. . . took care of it.

My partner is a bit distraught but is not aware that I did it, of course. I cannot help but grow more upset over the fact that they grieve him. Someone please relate to this. ”

꒰ mad doctor ˖ snake monster ˖ yandere character ꒱

 

﹙rishen 9948e. ﹚. . . not having time for them !? 🍒 : “ I would like to start this by saying that I am quite glad for this development in the nadir. It has certainly piqued a lot of interest along the divine realms.

Alas, I digress. I am a guardian angel who is on my way to the next rank. I am also a being granted trust from the divine themselves. Venturing from the abyss, to the abhorration, to across the multiverse. As such, you can decipher that I am quite the busy individual.

I adore my light, my sunshine and mi amanecer with all of my heart. It shatters the very being of my soul to see them weep for me after days of being apart. There are times I cannot attend important events to them. No matter how hard I try.

I am a very lonely angel, you see. I fear that they will leave me behind in search of a lover that will hold them in the night. I yearn to do so, but my duty is too great. My tasks are too plentiful.

Am I the one in the wrong? Should I punish myself for this? ”

꒰ angel character ꒱

 

﹙hǎitāo 9948e. ﹚. . . joking about their coffin !? 🍓 : “ Okay listen. I would like to clarify. I was joking about their coffin. Not their death. Yes those two go hand-in-hand like flowers to a gravestone but! I stand by my statement.

We were just talking about their favourite colour and jewellery. I'd asked for their upcoming graduation. Yknow, celebrate and all? Anyway, they gave me the answer and -

Oh yes. I would like to clarify. I am a mortician. And a grim reaper. Death is my whole shtick, you get me? It's literally in the name! Grim reaper. Not glee reaper.

I am going off topic. In any case. I made a joke - saying that their coffin will be quite easy to make. They gave me a face and I added on that it would be beautiful. A beautiful box for a beautiful corpse.

Apparently, this was not to their fancy. I was greeted with mild disgust and even more disturbia. They have not spoken since yesterday. I don't understand. I was just stating the obvious! ”

꒰ grim reaper ˖ mortician character ꒱

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[journalofmycrazymind]

Honey Boy: (oc) x Reader part 2

Part 1

I sat there in a fancy restaurant as his friends and him joked as I picked at the food they ordered for me. I was about to start daydreaming when my phone buzzed reminding me I made friends during the summer; though they go to another school. I pulled out my phone smiling when I saw the group chat.

The River Hunters+Our Niffty

[SD:Heyyyy 🥰]

[YOU:hey..]

[LYN:what is wrong BB]

[YOU:oh nothing just some

guy from school forced me

to go to this restaurant with

his friends for lunch.]

[JOHN:Ugh! That 'Ace' Guy?]

[MICH:where are you]

[YOU:Mich. No.]

[MICH:where are you]

[BARB:I agree with my sibling, Niffty,

let us come and get you… please?]

I chuckled at my phone before snapping my head to the owner of the arm I felt around my shoulders. I scowled as I held my phone to my chess; it was him. "Who are you talking to?" He asked his honey eyes, staring at my phone in their normal hooded glaze. I scoffed at him.

"It doesn't involve you." After those words I felt three other eyes on me; his friends.

"It does involve me because as far as I know, we are your only friends." He said waving his hand at the other three. I rolled my eyes and removed his arm.

"It. Does. Not. Involve. You… Any. Of. You." I said dragging my eyes over to the other three.

"We are just worried about you, Boo." Frowned the female of his clique, Nikolette, as she tilted her head making her brown to blonde curly hair fall over her shoulder as she pouted at me with red tinted lips. “We are your childhood friends after all.” She added turning to look at her ‘not’ boyfriend and my self acclaimed 'big brother'; James.

"Niko is right lil sis. Plus you aren't that socially inclined so forgive us for being curious and a bit worried about who you are talking to." He said wrapping his tanned arm around Nikolette while giving me his 'we only want what is good for you' look with his stupid hazel eyes.

I rolled my eyes at them as I felt my phone buzz in my tight grip. "And who do I have to thank for making my social life like that?" I said, turning my eyes back to him with a glare that made him furrow his eyebrows at me.

"We all know Ace is picky with who he shares with." Piped in the last member, the gender confused teen model named Cave. I turned and glared at Cave, which only got me a shrug for the Cave as Cave continued to stroll through Cave's phone as Cave pulled on Cave's frizzy hair. I rolled my eyes once more and stuffed some food into my mouth to end the conversation.

"Boo~." I heard Nikolette call for me, making me look up only to be greeted with two flashes. I froze as Nikolette and Cave giggled at their phones as they edited the photo they took of me stuffed face and all making me roll my eyes for the one hundredth time today as I felt my phone buzz one again… It is going to be a long day.

[yanderecandystore]

hey sheepy whats up i have a question, could u. maybe. write a darling thats a like Bad Boy. just a Feral Bastard. an Absolute Trash panda. with the twins pls, asking for a friend

I love how it seems that most people here like bad boys, I'm just crying because it's perfect lol

But I feel like I went with a wholesome boi instead of a bad boi. I'm worried this may not be what you were waiting for, but I feel like we need some more kindness in this blog XD

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Not as bad [ Yandere Twins x Reader x BadBoyThatProbablyIsJack,Idk]:

I can't lie that, while I was writing this, in my mind it kept popping up Jack. And I couldn't decide between this boy being him or not. I'll let it be open for interpretation.

The academy doesn't allow delinquency without any punishments, obviously, but hey! If you don't get caught, it's like you never did anything in the first place!

You didn't really care for this guy at first, you were too busy being pushed around and being the victim of bullying to notice his existence.

But he changed your mind one day.

One day, while the twins had cornered you, he came in, interrupting them.

"- Who the fuck are you? This is none of your business." Adrien asked this imbecile that randomly decided to pick a fight with them.

"- You two should try picking on someone who is on the same level as you. Going for them just proves how both of you are cowards." He told them while helping you get up. You had bruised your ankle and it was pretty hard to stand up on your own.

"- And you should probably grow a spine or something." He scolded you. Damn, hardly the best first impression.

The twins were about to stop him from placing his filthy hands all over you. But conveniently enough, the bell rang and students and teachers started coming out of their classes.

He helped you walk the way towards the nurse's office, but he kept saying that you're too easy to pick on and that you should do something to stop them, with started to get under your skin really fast.

"- You don't think I tried anything at all?!" You yelled at him, getting pissed off by his comments.

"- No." He simply said.

"- If you had done anything at all, they wouldn't be messing with you. They're cowards for picking on someone like you but you're just as bad for letting them for what they want." He completed. He had noticed everyday how they picked on you, and how no one would stop it.

It wasn't any of his business to get involved, he already has so many things to worry about. He should have let things go as they should go, you would eventually do something, or at least, he thought you would.

You seemed so strong in his eyes. You have potential.

"- … And what do you know about it?" You asked him, coldly. This guy helped you out only to taunt you all the way. He is making the worst first impression, and he seems like he can choose if wants to be bitter or nice to you.

"- If you think I'm so weak, then stop helping me. I don't need another bully right now." He is insane if he thinks he can carry you around while being a jerk.

He was going to say that, hell, he helped you! How is he the bully?! What stopped him was seeing how still couldn't stand properly and that you had trouble walking.

He starts to rethink all the things he had told you, he must have given you a awful impression.It was normal for him to be so direct with people. And he was only saying what he thought, not that what he said was really true, after all, you did try a couple of things before, but it looked like you had given up recently.

He shouldn't have been so mean to you on the first time you ever talked with each other, especially since he wanted to help you, but he was so accustomed with acting this way, it was pretty hard to not to.

You think for a couple of seconds, noticing him standing there looking guilty. Well, maybe you went a little overboard with this guy. You don't know him that well, you know he is a troublemaker, but yet he helped you, didn't he? No one else had done that yet.

You pause, feeling the pain growing on your ankle, and having a hard time standing without anything for you to grip on and balance yourself. Seeing your state, he swallows his pride and helps you again, by letting you balance on him.

You two been there waking silently while thinking about you two said to each other. It was a pretty awkward and long walk to the nurse's office.

When you finally reach the door, he started walking away, there wasn't anything left for him to do.. He was starting to regret protecting you, dealing with the twins wasn't hard, but it was a pain in the ass to hear them whining. And besides, he is not the one that should be standing up for you.

"- Hey." You try taking his attention. He turns around to see you smiling. This was probably the first time anyone in the academy got to see you smile.

"- Thanks… for bringing me here and for, talking with me." You didn't want to admit it, but, after hearing him talk with you like that, made you realize that you shouldn't let the twins walk over you. Was he a jerk? Yes, he was, but maybe that was what you were needing to hear?

You wanted to tell him that you were glad he helped you out and everything, but maybe you would come off as really desperate for social interaction, so you don't say all that.

He looks at you, reconsidering what he was about to do, he can see that you just need a little push. You just need someone to show you how confident you can be.

"- Sigh…. Hey, meet me later okay?" He said then started to walk away again.

While you two were starting to know each other better, the twins were fuming with anger.

How dare this Bad Boy wanna be try to take you away from them?! We all know they hate competition.

(And I love to make them deal with competition, lol)

They aren't mad because of jealousy tho. They know you would never fall for a lowlife rat like that guy…. Right?

They're mad he has the audacity to stop their fun. The audacity to help you out when they're the ones that should be helping you.

They break you, they fix you. Simple as that. They know how to take care of what's theirs.

You wait after school ends to meet him in the school's entrance. He didn't bring anyone so… You guess is just the two of you.

He makes a sign for you to follow him and you two leave the school, you don't have know idea what he wants, and he doesn't want to tell you while you're still in near the school.

While you were following him, the twins looking for you inside the school. Getting desperate every passing second. But they shouldn't be so paranoid, you just ditched them went home!

"- Urgh, fine, we'll just have to talk to them later." The funny part is that they were looking for you to see if you were okay. Not only did you hurt yourself pretty bad, that asshole took you away.

What if he starts to bully you? They can't have him hurting you, only they can.

You were walking through the streets with him, making small talk to break the ice, but the question never lived your head:

"- So…. Where are we going again?" You're awfully close to this boy, you don't even know him that well. He is kinda, maybe, a little handsome in your opinion. Maybe is the constant abuse, maybe is the lack of friendly interaction, but you may or may not be falling for this guy.

"- I'm taking you to eat something, I'm hungry and I want to plan out our train." He says looking for his favorite place to eat. He hopes you like ramen, because he isn't buying anything else.

"- Oh… Wait, what?!" Are you two going on a date? Or is he just going to talk about some workout training? Why the hell do you need to train?

"- I want to help you gain more confidence and feel stronger to stand up for yourself." He said that pretty bruntly, still looking for the ramen restaurant.

"- Oh, well, thanks I guess…. But I never said I wanted to this?" You're glad he wants to help, but you don't to do any push ups or whatever.

"- But you want help with the twins right? I know it's not your thing, but I'm sure with can make this work. What do you think?" He stops and looks at you with, a somewhat hopeful expression. Even if you two don't really do any training, he would be glad to just be your friend. After all, you would be doing a lot better if you have someone close to you.

"- … I'll think about it, okay?" You don't know if this is what you want, but you can deny that look of encouragement, especially coming from someone like him.

"- Cool, come on, I'm starving!" He takes your hand and run towards the restaurant. You can barely keep up with his pace.

You were having a wholesome and really sweet moment with this guy, but life is a bitch. While you were holding hands, the twins were inside their family's car, waiting the driver to take them home, the trafficking was a chaos and they were losing their patience and getting bored out of their minds.

One look out the window caused their bad mood to get even worse. You, holding hands, with that son of a bitch. They want to open the door and stop him from taking you away, but they're in the middle of the fucking road, there are dozens of vehicles here, they are not that dumb.

Is so frustrated wanting to call your name, wanting to get out of the car and smash that guy's head in the concrete, but they can't do that now.

They can only see you from a distance, enjoying yourself for the first time in a long time.

I'm sorry if this doesn't have enough of the twins, I'm just going crazy right now, you have no idea.

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