彼は私を傷つける | 𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐌𝐄
↳（ yandere bullies x fem! reader ）
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➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, two boys begin abusing and tormenting (y/n) for one reason, and one reason only: they want her every waking hour consumed by them until there's nothin...
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┊❝ You're a kind person, and I like that ❞┊
── BY nine o' clock, guests started streaming into the party to soon fill the house with lighthearted laughter and chatter, pulsing music also joining the symphony of noise. As people started rhythmically dancing in the living room, scarfing down food in the kitchen, and spilling out of the back patio into the backyard where a gleaming pool sat, it seemed as if everything was going right.
(Y/N) awkwardly socialized with a few people, but ultimately, she stuck close to Sawyer.
Shariah and Alina chose to speak privately in one corner of the room, and they looked so at ease and happy that (Y/N) didn't want to disturb them. Kira, however, was the opposite of her sister. She was very outgoing with other people, constantly being surrounded by her other groups of friends to engage in swimming or pingpong. (Y/N) was fine with this, as she was always more comfortable around Sawyer since they talked the most.
"Well?" He asked about an hour after the party started, a red solo cup in hand filled with not-so-discreetly spiked punch. "Kind of what you expected right? Red solo cups and pingpong."
"True," (Y/N) chuckled. "But it is fun."
"I'm glad," Sawyer's gaze softened.
A breath of silence passed between them as they surveyed the scene of where they are, currently out in the backyard sitting at a table watching party-goers swim and talk under the soft yellow lights strung about. Though (Y/N) was surrounded by people, she felt completely at ease—relaxed, even, with how loose her muscles felt.
She glanced towards Sawyer.
Probably, though... because I'm with him.
With the others, too.
I'm not glad to have met Dylan or Ian, I never will be... but at least they lead me to them.
"What is it?" Sawyer questioned when catching her gaze, a small smirk resting on his lips as he propped his head up with his fist. "Do I have food on my face, or something like that? That would be embarrassing if I was only informed just now."
"Thankfully, no," she laughed with a small roll of her eyes. "I'm just glad to have met you."
"Hey, me too," he nodded with a widening smile, his warm brown eyes somehow seeming to warm even more. "Dylan and Ian are assholes, so I'm glad to have been able to stop them from doing anything worse to you. To be honest, when I first met you, I was worried about how quiet you were. I assumed you were either just an introverted person, or something was wrong, but I didn't think it would be because of those two. I'm sorry I didn't do anything sooner."
"Why are you apologizing?" She scoffed with a smile. "You aren't the one in the wrong. And... as to why I was so quiet... Dylan and Ian were only part of the reason."
"Only a part?" Sawyer frowned.
"Yeah..." her smile slowly dwindled down to a small frown, her eyes trained onto her feet. "I don't have a good relationship with my father... especially after my mother left. It's been... hard. I guess I just realized that maybe sometimes it's better not to speak up. I didn't do that with Ian or Dylan, though. I saw them... hurting someone, and for once, I wanted to say something and stop them. But look where that got me."
"You met us," Sawyer leaned forward.
(Y/N) stared at him for a moment longer before her smile finally returned.
"And hey... you did good," Sawyer nodded in respect before taking a sip from his cup, his gaze however never once lingering from her form. "I think what you did was fucking awesome."
"Maybe..." she mumbled.
"I'm serious," he leaned forward whilst bobbing his head, his elbows resting on his knees to allow his cup to hang limply from his fingers. "What's it called again? When people see others humiliating people but don't do anything about it? Bystanders? You know, the entire reason that phrase was made was because it happened so often. There's even something called a bystander effect that states individuals are less likely to offer help to a victim in the presence of other people."
"Where'd you learn that?" (Y/N) chuckled softly, her hands lightly gripping the edge of her seat. "Are you stating what you learned from a textbook in psychology, or something?"
"Or something," he shrugged. "But anyways, that's not the point I was making!"
"It wasn't?" She jokingly questioned.
"Shut up," he let out a breath from in between his teeth as he shook his head, bobbing his knee as he did so. "No. What I'm saying is that what you did is something more than half of the people at this school would've done. Maybe it's because you didn't know it was Dylan or what kind of influence he had, but to me, I feel as if even if you did know that, you wouldn't have cared. And I think it's because you're good. You're a kind person, and I like that."
(Y/N) looked at him, incredulous.
"You... really think that highly of me?" She spoke in a light manner, wondering if he were teasing her as she had done moments ago.
"Of course," Sawyer stated without hesitation.
Blinking in bewilderment, her face immediately becoming engulfed in flames of heat, she mechanically stood up and robotically uttered that she had to use the bathroom. Rushing off into the house, leaving Sawyer baffled and calling out to her to ask if she were okay, (Y/N) ascended the stairs in a hurry before entering the bathroom so she could stare at herself in the mirror. In that moment, when she had been talking to Sawyer, she felt her heart palpitate and tremor.
Not for out of fear like with Ian or with Dylan, but out of longing for more.
