꒰🐾꒱𐂯 FAST AS YOU CAN !!
yan!bully x dark!reader (headcannon format!!)
Synopsis: He’s been tormenting you since you two were kids; unending torment and mockery being the only consistency between you. But things change with age. People get worse.
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Graphic descriptions of violence, bullying, unhealthy relationships, implied child abuse, implied S/H.
⋆˚࿔ yan!bully who’s been your only friend— using the term “friend” loosely— for as long as you could remember.
He’s the only one who’s stuck around for more than a week. Everyone else, even if they seemed really kind, always seemed to leave you behind. It doesn’t help that he loved to spread rumors about you, even on the playground.
⋆˚࿔ yan!bully who’s source of entertainment stems from your tears. Kicking, punching, pinching, it didn’t matter. If it made those pathetic droplets of water spill down your face, it did its job.
Faintly, you recall the sound of his laughter through your tears; you loathed the sound. It was so loud. So high-pitched listening to it made you feel like a mutt hearing a dog whistle. It filled you with so much fear, so much stress— you’d pray you’d go deaf than hear it again.
⋆˚࿔ yan!bully who HATED it when you’d dissociate. None of you, being no older than 10, knew exactly what dissociation was; all he knew was that you’d get all spacey and quiet. You wouldn’t cry. He hated it.
“Cmon, cmon!” He demanded, venom spilling from his lips as another rock slammed into you.
On the floor, you sputtered— yet no sob escaped you. Eyes vacant, you mentally drifted off to somewhere else. Where? You couldn’t explain it if you tried. It was warm, though. That’s all that mattered.
“Ugh!” He screamed, his voice cracking and bursting with frustration. “You ruin everything for me, you freak!”
The waterfall landed softly on you, coating you in strange comfort— like some weird blanket. It was both refreshing and baffling, you think faintly. Water isn’t supposed to be so warm.
“Just cry already, you big baby! It’s all your good for! So cmon— do it already!”
But that doesn’t really matter, does it? It feels nice. You just want to feel nice.
You only scream when he shattered your rib, his eyes shooting open in typical I-don’t-wanna-get-in-trouble-fashion. You were crying alright, something he could savor later, but for now— you needed to shut up. Someone could hear you!
You cried, and cried, and cried, ripped from your safe space. Ripped from your warmth.
Nobody came.
⋆˚࿔ yan!bully who no one believes can do such a thing. Not only is he a little sweetheart when the teachers are looking, but his parents keep their pockets full and their mouths shut he’s also incredibly generous and thoughtful! Maybe you’re the problem. You’re picking on an innocent boy, after all.
Even with your broken rib— something that kept you out of school for a few days— your accusations were treated like threats, putting you in detention for what seemed like hours.
That satisfied him. If he wouldn’t be the one to make you suffer, your parents definitely will.
⋆˚࿔ yan!bully who follows you to middle school, then highschool. You both grow older, of course. His cruelty gets less comedically evil and more psychologically destructive. Rumors on the playground become slut-shaming and accusations of things you didn’t even wanna think about.
Insults and photos of your face on sex worker photos liter your locker, snickering from kids passing by ringing in your ears. You didn’t cry much anymore, which threw him off. You just got quiet. Too quiet for his liking.
Yet, that shake in your hands? The almost nonexistent yet ever present clench of teeth as you tried—and failed— to wipe your precious locker clean? Delicious.
It was only a matter of time before you shattered, something he’s been waiting for.
⋆˚࿔ yan!bully who’s embarrassingly lonely. Yeah, sure, everyone likes him. He has money, he’s charismatic, yada yada yada— but no one really likes him. No one ever talks to him about anything non-superficial. His parents, hah! He’d be impressed if they knew he was alive.
What a miserable life he lives, huh? Wake up, pretend to care about anything he has “going for him,” talk with people who wouldn’t care if he stopped breathing and dropped dead, and—
And be with you.
You, who never once faked interest in him. You HATED him, and that was REAL. So hypnotizingly authentic, he couldn’t get enough! Sure, it was “at your expense,” and yeah he has seen those bandages on your wrists— but could you blame him? No one blames the addict, right?
⋆˚࿔ yan!bully who seems to go too far one day.
Today was just off, for starters. You woke up feeling.. fuzzy. Your parents didn’t mess around and give you a concussion, did they? No, probably not, no.
Everything seemed so much more dull than usual, as if the world had been overtaken by grey and black. Each step was a burden, every breath a war. Why did your body feel so heavy?
When did living become so insufferable?
When did he become so insufferable?
Before you could brush it off; sort of what you did when he forced you into an empty classroom post-school hours. Just humiliation. None of his friends showed up, so you figured it could either be so much better— or weirdly intimate. He always liked to be so close to you in that way.
But watching him talk and talk and talk? It was driving you insane. Words fell from his mouth yet no sound followed. All you saw was his face; now cheeky and addictively punchable—
And you swung.
Your fist connects dead-center to his face, an audible crack telling of its effect. A gasp escaped his throat, falling back against the wall as crimson gushed down his face.
As your foot met his chest— over and over again— you reached that waterfall again. Serene and quiet, calm and steady. You haven’t been here in so long, huh? You missed it.
Below you, he chokes and cries out, blubbering pleads and yelps for help. His body, now riddled with bruises and cuts, now laid frail and pathetic under your heel.
“Ghhk— he— help.” He managed.
The school is empty, though.
And nobody came.
⋆˚࿔ yan!bully who’s relationship with you is.. different.. after that.
Oh, did he finally leave you alone? No. Of course not. Keep up.
He’s clingier now. Always on your arm or pressing his face to your shoulder, always holding your hand and whining if he can’t.
No one but him can torment you, either. No more rumors, no more friends to hold you down as he beat you— na da. Just him. Only him.
No one else knows you like he does. And no one else knows him like you do.
“You’re my favorite freak, yknow?” He drawled, lazily wrapping his arm around you.
You scoff quietly and look away, that vacant look in your eye tantalizing.
Before, he hated it. So bland and dull and whatever— but that afternoon? Seeing your expression fall flat as you beat him half to death?
Better than tears. So, so, so much better than tears.
And you’ve betrayed yourself, huh? You could easily leave. It’d hurt him more than beating him, and you no longer fear him as much as you did before. Simply ignoring him would definitely shatter him now. But you don’t.
And he knows whyyyyy!
You love him, right?
You’ve stuck around this long.
That means you have to.
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A/N: Guys.. guys.. did you see the parallel… guys.. haha.. guys.. anyway, feedback is very appreciated!! Comment what you think ❤️🩹🥹