#cobra kai yandere

[bloodyboi]

[extinctlesspains]

𝑁𝑜𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝐸𝑙𝑠𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑀𝑒: 𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒!𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒-𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑔

𝐵𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠

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𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒! 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒-𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝑦𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒, ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟, 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡?

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑎𝑑, 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑒. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑎 𝑏𝑜𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛!, 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑌/𝑛

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The sun set over the Sekai Taikai training grounds, the soft glow of twilight settling over the building. You walked through the doors, unaware of the shadow that followed your every move—Kwon Jae-sung. He leaned against the wall, his eyes never leaving you. To the world, he was just another competitor, intense and focused. But inside, a storm brewed, an obsession that grew with each passing day.

You were the only person who had shown him kindness when he first arrived. One smile, one gesture of friendship, and something inside him snapped. He needed yoy. No one else could have you.

"Hey, Y/n!" one of the other students called, jogging over to you. Kwon's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. He watched as they spoke, their laughter like nails on a chalkboard.

No one else deserves to be near you.

Hours later, the student who had dared to approach You would find himself mysteriously injured during training—a "sparring accident," Kwon would say, his face expressionless.

You began to notice things. The way your friends seemed to avoid you after getting hurt, the lingering gaze you felt but couldn’t pinpoint.

One night, you stayed late, practicing alone. As you finished, you turned and found Kwon standing in the shadows, watching.

"You're... always around," you said, your voice hesitant.

He stepped closer, his eyes intense. "I’m protecting you."

"From what?" You asked, a shiver running down your spine.

His smile was small, chilling. "From everyone who doesn't deserve you."

The tournament felt colder that night, the silence stretching between you like an invisible thread. Your heart raced, and you forced a smile, hoping to mask the unease growing inside you.

"Kwon... I don't need protection," you said cautiously, backing slightly toward the training mats. "No one's trying to hurt me."

Kwon's gaze darkened, his jaw twitching. "You don’t see it," he murmured, stepping closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "They hover around you like vultures. They don’t understand you the way I do."

Your breath hitched. "We’re... friends, Kwon. That's all."

Something flickered in his eyes—a dangerous spark. "Friends?" he echoed, his voice laced with something almost venomous. "They don’t know what friendship means. They don’t know what loyalty is."

Before you could respond, a noise echoed from the hallway—another student, probably heading out for the night. Kwon’s head snapped toward the sound, eyes narrowing. You saw a flicker of something terrifying: anger, possession... a promise of violence.

"I should go," you said, edging toward the exit.

Kwon’s hand shot out, grabbing your wrist—gentle but firm. "Don’t," he whispered, eyes softening. "I didn’t mean to scare you."

Your pulse pounded under his grip. Slowly, he released you, his expression unreadable.

"Goodnight, Kwon," you said softly, your voice trembling.

You left quickly, the air outside feeling lighter, safer. But the shadows seemed to follow you back to the hotel. Unseen, unnoticed, Kwon trailed you from a distance, eyes fixed on your silhouette, thoughts racing.

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

The tournament buzz filled the stadium, tension thick in the air. Competitors sparred, instructors barked orders, and the sounds of fists striking pads echoed off the walls. You trained harder than ever, pushing yourself, trying to shake the feeling of being watched.

Across the room, Kwon stood still, eyes locked on your every move. His hands clenched into fists, nails biting into his palms as he watched another student approach you—Kenji, one of the dojo’s best fighters.

Kenji grinned. "Need a partner?"

You nodded, grateful for the distraction. You fell into rhythm, moving through drills. Each strike, each block, felt like a small victory—until you noticed Kwon.

He stood at the edge of the mat, unmoving, eyes burning. Kenji didn’t seem to notice, but you felt the weight of that gaze, the unspoken threat.

A sudden misstep—a sweep kick from Kenji that sent you tumbling to the mat. He reached out a hand to help you up, and you took it, smiling sheepishly.

"Nice one," you muttered, brushing yourself off.

Kenji laughed, but the sound died abruptly. Kwon was there, stepping onto the mat, eyes locked on Kenji.

"Your form is sloppy," Kwon said coldly.

Kenji frowned. "I was just—"

"Let's spar," Kwon interrupted, his tone icy.

You opened your mouth to protest, but something in Kwon's eyes stopped you. The match began, and it was clear from the start—this wasn’t a sparring match. It was a punishment.

Every move Kwon made was calculated, brutal. Kenji’s defenses crumbled, each strike more forceful than the last. A final blow sent him sprawling, gasping for breath.

"Kwon!" Your voice cut through the tension.

He turned, eyes softening instantly. "He was careless. You could've been hurt."

Your hands shook. "You didn’t have to—"

"He doesn’t deserve to be near you," he said, voice low. "No one does."

Ypu stared at him, fear settling deep in your bones. "You’re wrong," you whispered. "You’re not protecting me. You’re... scaring me."

For a moment, something like pain crossed his face. "I can’t lose you," he said, almost to himself. "Not to them. Not to anyone."

He turned and walked away, leaving you standing in the middle of the mat, surrounded by the echoes of violence.

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

That Night, you couldn’t sleep. Every shadow seemed to hide something, every creak of the floorboards made you jump. You checked the locks on your hotel door,and the windows.

A knock at the door.

You froze.

Slowly, you approached it, heart pounding. "Who is it?"

Silence. Then—"It’s me."

Kwon’s voice, soft but insistent.

"I just want to talk," he said, his tone almost pleading. "Please."

You backed away from the door. "Go back to your room, it's safer there, Kwon."

A pause. "You are my safe place."

The words sent a shiver down your spine. Footsteps retreated, and you sank to the floor, trying to calm your racing heart.

Outside, Kwon stood under the dim hallway hotel lights, eyes fixed on your door. No one else deserves you, he thought. No one else will have you.

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[ask-yandere-sim]

(plz draw dis) Raibaru is a famous Hollywood star in the critically acclaimed tv show cobra kai. (yknow cuz its a karate show) [draw her on the front cover]

RAIBARU VS RAIBARU !! WHO WINS !!!

here's just the drawing el oh el !!

[noellawrites]

Plus One - Yandere!Eli Moskowitz x reader

summary: Eli baby-traps you, and you have no idea

warnings: Eli being an asshole, forced pregnancy, baby-trapping, breeding kink

You touched the small bump of your stomach as you looked down at the two positive tests. A baby of your own. It was now undeniable, you were terrified, but Eli would be ecstatic.

For months, since you moved into a small apartment in Reseda together, Eli had been pressing for a baby. Between college classes and work, you just weren't sure, but now there was no going back.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped into the living room where Eli was playing a video game in a dirty tank top and sweatpants. You sighed at the sight of orange Cheeto dust all over the couch and some spilled Mountain Dew you'd have to clean up later.

"We need to talk," you said, holding the tests behind your back as you stepped in front of the television.

"Babe, what the hell?!" Eli exclaimed angrily, throwing his game controller at the dirty carpet. You step back and wince, just glad it didn't hit you.

"I-I'm sorry Eli, but this is important."

"What's so important you need to interrupt my game?" he spat, standing up and walking into the kitchen.

You dropped the tests on the table, biting your lip and looking up at your boyfriend.

"No fucking way! You're pregnant?" he exclaimed, throwing his arms around you.

"Holy shit, everyone at the dojo is gonna be so pumped. We gotta tell Sam and Miguel first, of course. Babe, this is amazing!" he grinned, pulling away to gently touch your stomach.

You nod and give him a small smile, putting your hand over his gently.

"Why don't you seem excited, babe?" Eli asked, looking right into your eyes as if he'd find the answer in them.

"I-I am, it's just that... how could this happen? We always use condoms and I'm on the pill—"

"Let's just be happy about this, 'kay, babe? We always talked about having kids, now you don't even have to finish school. We're gonna have our own family," he smiled, gently rubbing your arm in reassurance.

You nod, trying to keep your tears at bay. Sure, having a kid might be fun, but you still felt like a kid yourself. You planned on kids in maybe ten years, after traveling and a wedding and a house outside the city. But everything would be different from now on.

Of course, he wasn't planning on telling you about the holes he poked in the condoms or the sugar pills he switched out in place of your birth control. You never had to know about the lengths he went to ensure you'd be pregnant with his child as soon as possible.

[loverforfanfiction]

witch one?-robby Keene and Miguel Diaz part2

Summary:you have two boyfriends but Tory and hawk don’t know that and they make it their mission too find out who the other boy is

another day goes bye with Tory and hawk working hard to find the other man and they decided to combine forces…..

tory:”hawk has y/n mentioned someone else to you ma-“how do you know” hawk cut her off “well I thought she was dating Robby bu-hawk cut her off again”I thought she was dating Miguel bu-“ oh they said in realization

you were two timing they thought as they tried to figure out a way to let the two crazy boys in love down lightly without hurting them

hawk text the group chat with him,Robby, and Miguel to come to the dojo as soon as possible

they had pulled up to the dojo fast since they thought it was another cobra Kai problem

“what’s wrong” Miguel questions out of breath from running in “wel-“ Tory stopped herself “y/n” what are you doing here…..

to be continued

[terrence-silver]

If Terrys beloved is a single mum would he still pursue her and would he be a good step parent and father.

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The agenda is quite simple, really:

Claim what he wants; namely, beloved.

They so happen to come in tow with a child from a previous relationship?

Alright then...change of plan. Adapt and overcome.

Ensure that kid loves, admires and adores him far more than they ever would their actual biological dad (and even the biological dad's extended family) through a combination of everything including expensive gift giving, subtle manipulations, enabling, love bombing, sweet talking and utilizing the means of whatever conditioning tool proves most fruitful given the situation. Beloved's his now. They belong to him. By extension, their kid will belong to him too and so will everything pertaining to beloved because he doesn't suffer competition behind that saintly facade he puts on. What's best, they'll never even realize what's happening because he won't let them realize.

Impress, draw further in and endear beloved further through just how much their child warmed up to him, making distancing oneself, as if though that was ever an option on the table in the first place, only the more difficult with each passing day, because you wouldn't break Billy's heart by putting a wedge between us now, would you? And if an attempt is ever made, of course the kid in question will naturally rebel on their own, as kids often do, making Terry's job easy for him, because beloved would not only be taking away a dad figure once, she will be doing so for a second time and Terry knows and anticipates this as a plan B. Terry will only effortlessly end up seeming like even more of a hero if beloved ever tried wiggling out.

So, really, Terry makes himself absolutely necessary. Irreplaceable. Number one.

Next on the agenda; ensure the actual biological dad is entirely erased from the game due to the fact that they'll never measure up to Terry Silver; the stepfather who does Karate, who's been in the military, who gives the coolest advice at just the right time, who owns a dojo, who employs a waiting staff, runs a company, wears amazing suits, so happens to live in a mansion and collects dozens of sports cars. He's, almost stereotypically speaking, literally almost every child's dream come true parent; another thing he is entirely aware of and plays into like there's no tomorrow. Biological father? Who on earth is that punk schmuck anyway?

What's worse, Terry won't even have to eliminate the man personally. Won't have to lift a finger or even open his mouth to besmirch and sabotage the guy; if anything, he'll tactically defend him to seem like the 'good cop' in comparison, further adding to the mystique that he's as humble as the salt of the earth and just as kind. Sooner or later, beloved and beloved's kid will distance themselves from the man on their own because Terry will prove to be a father figure like no other; someone nobody can measure up to and what's the point of anyone ever even trying (a grace Terry rejects with a fake sense of being humble). I mean, he defends beloved's ex and speaks of about equity! Consideration! Fair play! Can you believe!?

By the end of it, beloved and the child will be the ones feeling grateful due to Terry Silver coming into their lives in the first place and internally, he'll laugh and laugh and laugh until the end of time because he's won just like he always knew he would.

[thefiery-phoenix]

YOUNG YANDERE DANIEL LARUSSO HEADCANONS

Gif from: Tenor

Daniel as a yandere would be really overprotective of you and rightfully so after everything he's gone through, clingy because he's worried and scared that he might lose you to Johnny Lawrence, his bully aka. the biggest jerk of the Valley

He has a bit of a hero complex as well and he doesn't even realize it's there in him. He just feels this deep urge and need to save his loved ones from danger, especially you of all people. Johnny and his jerk squad the Cobras can pick on him and bully him all they want but he won't be so forgiving if they target you. He won't like it at all if one of them try flirting with you, Daniel is easily gets riled up and he'll start a fight with them

He might notice you if you're new to the Valley or something or if you're in his class and offer to help him out with something. He's always touched by kindness and he'll thank you for it with a cute yet goofy and dorky smile on his face. Though he might look all innocent and unsuspecting as a yandere, he knows how to look all innocent like so people won't suspect him of anything. How can anyone accuse such a cute face like that of doing something wrong?

Will NEVER EVER let you join Cobra Kai, EVER. He's had his personal experiences with them and he doesn't want you going there as well and suffering like how he did so he'll do whatever he can to make sure you don't join Cobra Kai. Whenever he goes over to Miyagi Do, he'll take you with him just so he can be at peace knowing you're at least safe there. Will love it if you try training with him and Miyagi would smile at the both of you doing your karate with each other. Daniel encourages you to do karate and he'll help you get better at it. If you already do karate he'll be really impressed and he won't stop ranting and rambling about how cool you look

When he develops his karate skills he gets the feeling he's being your knight in shining armor and he makes it his responsibility to save you from everything that can ever harm you. Also, he'll grow more clingy to you and he's willing to injure anyone for you. You're the only one who doesn't mind the fact that he's from Reseda and he really admires and appreciates you for not judging him like all those rich Encino brats

When you do catch onto his possessive and abnormal behavior he'll just deny it and have the expression of a kicked puppy, asking you how you could say something like that. Do you not love him anymore? Do you want more love from him? Because if that's the case then say goodbye to your personal space and freedom. He might get angry at you sometimes but he will NEVER hit you, you're the love of his life. He won't be able to forgive himself if he hits you. And now, fast forward to the All Valley Tournament. You'll be there for him when he's competing and giving him encouraging words like 'You'll do well' and 'I know you can do it' and stuff like that, he LIVES for those. He nuzzles into your touch when you help him calm down and he wishes he could just be in your arms forever, unfortunately it's time for a death match

Would love to take you for car rides in one of Mr. Miyagi's cars to a place where the both of you can see the stars and be with each other in peace. He also wants to make you happy, he wants to be the ONLY one to make you happy. Your first kiss with him might be a bit awkward but he'll develop his skills at it and he'll be stealing quick kisses from you every now and then. If one of the Cobras try asking you out or anyone tries to ask you out for that matter, that's when he gets all sneaky and manipulative and will do something that'll get the other person in trouble. They deserve it after all, they were trying to take you away from him! Daniel can't imagine living life now without you

You'll be there to comfort him when Bobby injures his knee and he likes it when you're worried for him and fuss over him. And when he finally crane kicks Johnny in the face he realizes he's gotten the strength from you, tonight was all about proving himself to you, showing you that he can take care of you and you have nothing to worry about in life because Daniel will always be there for you no matter what

[eemcintyre]

Cruel to be Kind (Terry Silver)

TW- um... about that... *inhales,* noncon touching, mentions of harassment, size/strength kink if you squint, vomit, blood, literal murder, general toxic yandere-esque behavior; no need to worry about me at all btw thx for asking ❤️

Summary- Terry finds out that a coworker has been bothering you and you insist he stays out of it, but he takes matters into his own hands. Literally. And let's just say that it could go better.

Pls I beg you to be kind for this first foray into writing for this character. I was inspired by the phenomenal writings of @karatekels and @terrence-silver, hopefully it's an enjoyable read. It was cathartic for me to write bc I'm dealing with a v creepy guy where I work right now and it makes me feel just the tiniest bit better to imagine Terry destroying him.

“You’re quiet today. Is everything alright?”

Terry’s curious voice sounded from the leather armchair where he sat. His face was still slightly downturned from when he had been reading the book in his lap, but his eyes were directed up at her quizzically.

It was the end of a long workday for both he and Y/N, and after dinner they had decided to simply sit and enjoy each other’s company- he in the armchair, and she on the couch perpendicular to him. However, his attempts at conversation quickly fizzled out with short, superficial replies from Y/N. While she was usually vibrant, having no shortage of things to say as her dark eyes glittered with excitement, that evening, her distant gaze reflected that her thoughts were elsewhere.

At Terry’s question, Y/N’s gaze snapped out of the distance and onto him, his favorite place for it to be.

“Yes, of course, everything’s fine,” she smiled and nodded, with what looked like substantial effort, sitting with her feet curled up on the couch.

Terry removed his glasses and snapped the cover of his book closed. “Darling, how long until you finally realize that you can’t lie to me?” They’d been together for five years and married for three of them, and she had yet to succeed.

“I…” Y/N opened her mouth to make another hollow proclamation about how fine she was but thought better of it. “It’s nothing; it’s not important. You have better things to worry about.”

She stared down at her hands, twisted together in her lap. Embarrassment washed over her in an intense red flush as she thought about what she was bothered by, praying that she wouldn’t have to tell him.

Terry leaned forward almost imperceptibly in his chair, lowering his voice, his expression softening in the way that it only did for her.

“Should I be worried? Why don’t you let me be the judge of that?”

“It’s just… you have a tendency to… overreact.” Y/N briefly met his eyes, even though she knew without looking at them that they were piercing through her.

“Oh?”

Y/N could tell from that single syllable of Terry’s response that what she’d said had been the wrong thing to say. The soft expression returned to its typical severity.

“Give me an example. Give me an example of a time I ‘overreacted’,” he gestured for her to go on, leaning back into the armchair and crossing one long leg over the other.  

“Terry…”

“No, I want to know. Tell me so I can learn how to handle myself better.” His voice was laced with sarcasm. Her stomach sank, but there was no turning back from the conversation now. His interest was piqued, and like an animal on the hunt, he wasn’t about to let the matter go.

“Well, like the time that guy hit on me at the charity ball and you roundhouse-kicked him in the garden.” Y/N replied cautiously, cringing, not only remembering the feeling of that creep groping her again, but also the shock of Terry’s dramatic reaction to it.

Rather than hotly debate that past event with her, which was what Y/N expected, he simply cocked his head and asked “Is this like that time?”

“Just… please be calm.”

“I am calm.” His voice took on an unmistakably harder edge as he leaned toward her again, waves of silver hair framing his face, and just like that it softened. His capacity to pivot from one mood to another, moment-by-moment, never failed to amaze her. Terry rose from his chair and took the place next to Y/N on the couch, resting one of his large, warm hands over hers, which were sitting on the tops of her thighs. “You’re just worrying me. What’s going on?”

Y/N sighed, her eyes affixed to the floor, fidgeting nervously with Terry’s hand as she spoke. “There’s this guy who’s a higher-up in my department at work- Brian- who’s been… bothering me. At first, he just made a lot of, like, off-color jokes, but now he’s also touched me a couple of times and- I mean, maybe it was an accident, but…” Her voice had become barely a mumble. “I just feel really uncomfortable… and I don’t want it to escalate anymore…”

She paused briefly and finally turned her head to face him. He remained silent, and unlike how he could so easily with her, she couldn’t tell what he was thinking. The silence intensified her nervousness, so she rambled on.

“I’m trying to figure out how I should handle it without causing a big scene because, other than that, I have a really good thing going there, but… I’m just afraid that one day he’s going to be outside waiting for me in the parking lot or something.” She was shaking by this point and turned away from him again.

With a husband who was known for being so strikingly intelligent and capable of handling himself, Y/N felt utterly stupid for 1) getting into such a situation in the first place, and 2) not yet managing to get it under control. She wondered if a “strike first, strike hard, no mercy” lecture was coming.

Instead, she was surprised when he rose from the couch and strode toward one of the tall living room windows, hands in his pockets.

“Does this prick know that you’re married?” he asked.

She held up her left hand, adorned with a large and intricately detailed ring that was hard, if not impossible, for anyone to miss.  

“Does he know who you’re married to?”

“I doubt there’s anyone in town who doesn’t,” Y/N uttered a half-hearted laugh.

“And do you dislike that?” He stepped back toward her with measured steps, but his blue eyes flashed. “Is there a reason you don’t want to be associated with me?”

“I just don’t like being treated differently,” she said wistfully, thinking back to when she was just another random person and not Terry Silver’s wife. “Sometimes I feel like I get things I didn’t earn. Sometimes people act like they’re afraid of me.”

“They’re not afraid of you, angel. They’re afraid of me,” Terry replied, his matter-of-fact tone contrasted by the tension of his fists and the vein protruding from his forehead. “But apparently, not enough. If someone disrespects you, they disrespect me.”

Y/N’s shoulders sagged in frustration. “Don’t make this out to be an attack on your ego; this has nothing to do with you-”

“It has everything to do with me!”

She flinched and he made a conscious effort to lower his voice, crouching at her feet and taking her hands, tilting her chin up to force her to look at him. “A threat to you is a threat to me because I care about you so deeply. And no one threatens me and gets away with it.”

“Terry, now you’re scaring me…” She tried to shrink away from his touch, but he was slipping too far into his own anger to notice. The idea of some creep feeling entitled to put their filthy, unworthy hands on his wife, reducing her vivacious personality and sweet smile to a quiet, blank stare, had Terry seeing red.

“This jackass put his hands on you? I’ll put my hands around his neck until it snaps,” he growled.

“Terry! Please, let me resolve this. Don’t hurt him-”

“-Don’t hurt him?” he was incredulous. They rose to their feet together, where he towered over her and gripped her by the shoulders. “He hurt you, I’ll hurt him. Cause and effect. Actions have consequences. If he doesn’t have an understanding of that concept, I’ll give him one…”

“‘Consequences’ doesn’t have to mean breaking his legs. I am begging you, please just let me handle this and don’t do anything, not yet- promise me, sweetheart, please. For me.” Y/N’s voice shook as she pleaded with him, hands fisted in his shirt, trying with everything in her power not to cry as she felt tears shimmer at the corners of her eyes.

Terry stared down at her wordlessly, but his face calmed, and he released her from his hold, making a gesture with his shoulders and arms that Y/N read as acceptance.

“Thank you,” she exhaled, wrapping her arms around his torso in an embrace, her body relaxing when she felt his arms curl around her too.

~

The following day, Y/N pulled her cream-colored vintage Mercedes into the driveway. She was looking forward to an early start to the weekend, having had an extremely productive day and meeting all of the week’s deadlines just after the hour of noon. It was truly shocking how productive Y/N could be when she wasn’t constantly having to worry about avoiding Brian and wondering what he might do next.

When Y/N first clocked in for the morning, she’d been struck with an ice-cold pang in her stomach upon noticing that his desk was empty. She immediately thought of the ominous conversation with Terry yesterday, but before she could fall too far down that spiral, she was relieved to learn that Brian had merely called in sick. She laughed at herself. There was always some kind of cough or cold floating around the office, and to be honest, Y/N was surprised that she hadn’t caught anything herself in a while.

Even though a single day of illness wasn’t going to fix any of her problems, it was definitely a charming coincidence, a welcome surprise. It made the entire day incredibly pleasant- the sun seemed to shine brighter, her morning tea tasted sweeter, and the sound of the Motown music coming from the car radio sounded clearer. Maybe the universe was on her side and, even if she didn’t know how yet, everything would sort itself out after all.

Reaching the garage, she removed the key from the Mercedes’ ignition and took a moment to relish in the silence. The only detectable sound was the distant chirp of birds.

Come to think of it, it was almost too quiet.

Even during times when Terry himself was away doing work, the staff was always clattering around inside and outside the house doing cleaning and maintenance. Maybe they’d also had a productive morning.

Gathering her purse and heading inside, Y/N thought about suggesting to Terry that they go out to dinner, and maybe even take a whirlwind weekend trip. She decided to freshen up her hair and makeup and change into something cute before he returned home. Maybe that delicate champagne-colored slip dress from Paris.

Y/N found the interior of the house to be just as quiet and empty as the exterior, the sound of her lone footsteps bouncing off the marble walls of the foyer. She jumped upon hearing a thud from the floor above but was comforted to finally hear some sort of movement in the house. She was about to call out for some of the staff when Vince, Terry’s head of security, appeared from a side hallway.

Y/N smiled in relief. “What’s going on? Where is everyone?” she asked, realizing that if Vince was at the house, then Terry must be as well. “Where’s Terry?”

Vince did not smile back. “Mr. Silver is working in his office. He asked not to be disturbed until-”

She waved him off, bemused, taking a step forward that he immediately moved to block. “What are you talking about? I’m sure-”

“Mrs. Silver, he ordered me not to let anyone in.”

“I’m his wife,” she insisted, her pulse inexplicably starting to race, eyebrows furrowed as she kept trying to get past Vince and he continued to block her path. It kept repeating over and over in her head that something was wrong. “I’m sure he didn’t mean…”

Their tense dance across the floors escalated as Vince physically tried to hold her in place by the shoulders.

“What the hell? Let me go!” she cried, writhing in his grip, and swatting at his chest.

“Mrs. Silver, please don’t do this-”

Y/N managed to push him away from her for a brief moment, long enough to step out of the perimeter of his reach and sprint up the stairs. She stumbled a few times, shaking and lightheaded, and her thoughts were so muddled from panic that she hardly knew how she eventually reached the door of Terry’s office.

She would have hesitated to dramatically burst in and disturb him under normal circumstances, but these circumstances were decidedly not normal.

She staggered through the doorway.

The rest of the room was slightly sunken-in from the doorway, making it so one was unable to see most of the room without taking a few steps further. She was met again with eerie quiet- apart from the faint sound of someone breathing heavily. Still shaking, Y/N treaded delicately forward until she sighted Terry standing in the middle of the room by the small couch, his back to her.

“I thought I told you not to come in here until I called you,” he snapped, his shoulders rising up and down with the force of his breath. His hair was swept into a ponytail, but it looked askew- loose locks floating at random on both sides of his head.

“Terry?” Y/N approached him timidly, struggling to speak over her knotted-up stomach.

At the sound of her voice, Terry spun around. Y/N froze. Surprise briefly flickered across his face before he brought his expression back to its typical calculated control. “You’re home early, darling,” he murmured, forcing enough of a smile that it would appear he was pleased to see her.

“I… I finished up my projects for the week…” Y/N trailed off, taking in the rest of Terry’s unusual appearance. His face glistened with sweat and one side looked like it was smeared with…

“W-what’s that?” she gasped, eyes widening as she gestured to his face.

Terry lifted a hand to his cheek, and when he lowered it, he studied the dark red that had transferred to the pad of his finger. He would have to think fast.

“You’re bleeding.”

As Y/N neared Terry, he tried to guide her away from where he’d been by the couch, but it was too late. As she grew close enough to just barely see around the front of the couch, her eyes went to an unfamiliar object on the ground.

It was a man’s shoe. With a foot in it.

Terry was silent as Y/N screamed, stumbling back in horror as her gaze traveled further up and recognized Brian, crumpled up on the floor in a heap of blood.

Terry caught her as she fell and attempted to gather her into his arms, but she thrashed against his hold.

“Get the hell away from me- don’t touch me! Don't fucking touch me!” Even though he was far stronger than her, he allowed her to push him away. He spoke in a measured, low tone.

“Listen. I didn’t want you to have to see this…”

“You are so sick,” she choked out, tears spilling down her cheeks, eying him like he was an uncaged wild animal.

“Sick with love for you, yes,” he replied bluntly, slightly tilting his head and giving a small shrug.

“No, you’re a monster; you are evil and vile and perverted…” she sobbed.

“Well, don’t stop there. Go ahead. Tell me more, sweetheart.” Terry’s tone was flat but his gaze was unflinchingly intense. She recoiled. “What did you expect me to do? Did you really think I was going to stand aside and do nothing, knowing that my wife spends every day looking over her shoulder and living in fear, getting preyed on like a piece of meat? Besides, I told you- a threat to you is a threat to me. I protect what’s mine.”

He tried to grab ahold of her again and she tried to wrestle blindly out of his arms, her vision blurred by tears, the anger at being betrayed, and the stomach-turning fear of what he was really capable of, no matter how much of a mellow act he could put on. But, this time, he didn’t allow her to push him away.

“Why the hell are you crying? You didn’t even like this worthless piece of shit- he hurt you and he got exactly what he deserved!”

She was supposed to be relieved- she also wasn’t supposed to see the body or find out Brian had been murdered- but there was no undoing it. Terry roughly gripped her by the chin, confused frustration overtaking his better judgement as he forced her to look at the body seeping blood all over the office carpet.

“Now, look at that. You’ll never hear another filthy word from that mouth,” he whispered gently, the side of his face pressed to hers, gesturing to Brian’s battered facial features. “Those hands will never touch you again.” Terry pointed out the amalgamation of blood and broken bone at the end of each of the man’s arms.

Y/N was able to free her chin, slippery from tears, from Terry’s grip, stomping one of his feet and elbowing him in the ribcage hard. He could have easily kept his hold on her and subdued her but decided it would be best to allow her a couple of minutes to calm down. He would repay her for the blows and the ungratefulness another time.

Terry reminded himself that Y/N, unlike himself, was totally inexperienced when it came to violence, blood, and guts. Doing what had to be done. She took the path of least resistance even at her own expense. But this was a start; something he could work with.

Alarmed by the commotion inside the office, having overheard the conversation but hesitating to interrupt, Vince and a member of the maintenance staff finally crept inside of the room, looking at Terry expectantly.

“Clean this room from top to bottom,” Terry directed, waving his finger offhandedly in the general direction of the couch before stalking past them. As he thought about where Y/N was likely to have gone, he wiped the sticky droplets of blood from his face.  

After escaping Terry, Y/N had run straight to the master bathroom to be sick. Slumped over the toilet, she heaved violently, feeling worse than she ever had in her life, coming down from the pure shock and experiencing a gouging pain in her chest. She hoped with everything in her that Terry would leave her alone, but she knew he was likely only moments behind. And sure enough, she soon heard the door open behind her and felt his body close to her again. Forced to either vomit all over the room or remain clutching the toilet (and choosing the latter) it was impossible to shy away from his suffocating touch.

He knelt next to her on the tile, delicately stroking her back with one hand and holding her hair out of her face with the other.

“Darling, just try to breathe. Try to relax your stomach,” he cooed, wholly unphased by the disgusting sights and sounds before him as she weakly tried and failed to push him off. “That’s it, let it all out. I’ve got you…”

When Y/N appeared to be finished retching for the time being, Terry brought her so that her back was flush with his chest and his own back was propped up against the wall. He snaked an arm over the counter of the bathroom vanity, grabbing a towel to wipe her face with. She burst into tears again, undoing his work, laying helpless as he cradled her.

“N-no…” she groaned faintly.

She was too exhausted and defeated to fight him anymore. Caged by his long arms and legs, she just sobbed into his warm chest, feeling the vibrations of his voice.

“Everything will be alright now. You’re safe with me.”  

[berry-loves-yandere]

heyy could you do yandere miguel diaz x reader where they get hurt while doing karate or getting beat up / bullied by another person? thankkkss

Why not? But imma make it darker cause, again, why not? (Reader/darling will be depicted as GN/demigirl)

"Who the fuck did this to you?"

Warnings: Obsessive behaviour, possessive behaviour, unhealthy mindset, aggression, threatening, violence, murder threats, attempted murder manipulation, gaslighting, slut shaming, SEXUAL ASSAULT MENTIONS, RAPE MENTIONS, blood mentions, bruising mentions, vomit mentions, vomit, notions towards abusive relationship, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

(Y/N) got home after work, feeling sick with themselves, all they wanted to do was throw up.

Then arms were wrapped around their waist, so she quickly turned around, elbow jutted out, ready to hit the person behind them but it was stopped, by none other than their boyfriend, Miguel.

"Good to know what I taught you hasn't gone to waste." He joked, smiling brightly.

(Y/N) just turned their face away from him and nodded.

"Hey. Why aren't you looking at me? You know I hate when you look somewhere else while I'm speaking." He told them.

"Sorry." (Y/N) mumbled before sniffling.

"Face me when you're speaking with me." Miguel demanded.

(Y/N) shook their head, sparking enough anger in Miguel for him to roughly grab her face and turn it to him.

Then he saw the makeup smudges, bruises, tears and some blood across his girlfriend's face.

"Who the fuck did this to you?" He angrily asked, squeezing (Y/N)'s face.

"No one! I fell! Okay?! Now leave me alone!" (Y/N) shouted at him before storming off to their room and slamming the door.

“NO! I WON’T FUCKING LEAVE YOU ALONE CAUSE THERE’S NO WAY YOU COULD’VE GOTTEN A BLACK EYE FROM FALLING!” Miguel yelled, pounding his fist on the door.

“GO AWAY!” (Y/N) screamed.

“(Y/N). You’re gonna open this door or so help me god I will rip it off its hinges and really make you cry!” Miguel threatened.

(Y/N) just sobbed and made no effort to move.

“(Y/N). You have 10 goddamn seconds.” Miguel started his countdown.

(Y/N) quickly scrambled to the door and unlocked it.

Miguel smiled at them before entering the room and grabbing her by the arm.

“Now we’re sit down on your bed and you tell me the truth, okay? Or else maybe I might take my anger out on you instead of the person that hurt you. Do you understand?” Miguel slightly mocked (Y/N), who just nodded.

“It was one of my co-workers, y’know the creepy one that I complained about? And he...he um, I don’t wanna talk about it...” (Y/N) teared up as she thought of the previous events of the day.

Miguel hugged his girlfriend into his chest and rubbed their back, making tutting noises.

“Go on.” He instructed them.

“He tried to y’know, do stuff that I didn’t want. And when I said no, he started to hit me but I used what you taught me and he left me alone for a bit. But when I was about to clock out, he... he...” She broke down sobbing, unable to finish their sentence.

“Did he rape you?” Miguel calmly asked, almost too calm.

“No. I was lucky but he got close and I just... I feel sick!” (Y/N) exclaimed before running to the bathroom and vomiting in the toilet.

Miguel walk over to the bathroom and carefully held his girlfriend’s hair back as she threw up and cried.

Once there was nothing left in her stomach to upchuck, Miguel helped them clean up while rubbing their back.

“You should go lay down. Get some rest. I forgot that I needed to pick up something for my mom. I’ll be back soon.” He told them.

(Y/N) nodded and went to bed, exhaust from vomiting.

Miguel left her home, blood boiling with extreme anger.

‘How dare he try to touch my girl. MY beautiful, perfect, amazing girlfriend. In ways that even I haven't before! That disgusting cretin is gonna wish he was never born.’ Miguel thought as he marched over to the video game store where (Y/N) worked.

He saw the disgusting vermin, who's name he didn't care about, sitting behind the counter, not doing anything.

"Hey." Miguel addressed the other guy.

"Hey dude, how can I help you?" The creep replied.

"How about you stop trying to touch (Y/N) asshole." Miguel stated through gritted teeth.

"(Y-? Oh! You mean the slut that I work with? Nah man, she definitely likes it. I mean like, why else would she constantly be dressing in those tiny shorts and constantly bend over? She definitely wants me." The guy chuckled.

Miguel was fuming and grabbed the pervert by the collar of his shirt.

"Listen here fucker. That's my girlfriend. And if you ever disrespect her or touch her again, I swear to god, I'll fucking kill you." Miguel hissed out.

"Chill dude. I won't touch her. Geez." The sleaze ball sighed.

"I'm fucking serious. Don't you dare lay a finger on her. Or speak about her like that again." Miguel demanded, choking the asshole with the collar of his shirt.

The guy's face began to turn blue, so he nodded rapidly and Miguel let go of him.

"Alright man! Alright! Fuck!" The weirdo gasped for air.

Miguel then left, happy that he was protecting his girlfriend, his angel, his reason to live.

And if Miguel ever heard of that fucker doing anything, and he meant anything, to (Y/N), then Miguel would follow through on his threat without a doubt.

[bloodyboi]

for your "what do you hate about smut fics" post. When authors make a character speak aave and act ghetto.

omg yes. As a black person, please stop. Act like a real writer and write.

[extinctlesspains]

HEYYY!!!

OMG I LOVE YOUR WRITING, IM VERY EMBARRASSING TO ASK THIS BUT LIKE…

Is it ok if you make a Yandere Sensei Wolf x Reader?

I don’t know why I just see him as a yandere, but anyways.

I don’t really know what plot but like I have an idea that the read is in another team and Sensei Wolf took an interest with them?

You can decide from there, thank you!

A/n: OH MY GOSH THANK YOUU im so glad u liked the yandere fics and ideas 😭💕

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠: 𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒! 𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑖 𝑊𝑜𝑙𝑓

𝐵𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠

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𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑦𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒! 𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑖 𝑤𝑜𝑙𝑓 𝑥 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑖! 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑖 𝑊𝑜𝑙𝑓 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑎 𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑖, 𝑜𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑥𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑛𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑢𝑖𝑡.

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑦𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑟, 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑐𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟.

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The crowd erupted into cheers as your team landed the final blow, securing yet another victory in the Sekai Taikai qualifiers. You stood at the edge of the mat, clipboard in hand, giving a sharp nod of approval to your students. They’d worked hard for this moment, and every drop of sweat and hour of training had paid off.

As you turned to make notes on the match, a shadow loomed over you.

“That’s quite a team you’ve got there,” a low, gravelly voice remarked.

You glanced over your shoulder, startled to find Sensei Wolf standing much closer than you’d expected. His sharp eyes studied you with an intensity that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

“Thanks,” you said, your tone neutral but guarded. “Your team’s not bad either.”

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, though his expression didn’t quite soften. “Not bad, huh? High praise coming from someone as disciplined as you.”

The way he said “disciplined” made you feel like a specimen under a microscope. You shifted your weight, uncomfortable with his scrutiny. “Discipline is what wins tournaments,” you replied curtly, hoping to end the conversation.

“Wins tournaments,” he echoed, as though savoring the words. “Yeah, I can see that. But discipline like yours? That’s rare. You lead like you’ve got something to prove.”

You frowned, not appreciating the comment. “It’s called doing my job,” you replied, turning your attention back to your clipboard.

Wolf didn’t respond immediately. When you glanced up again, he was still watching you, his smirk gone, replaced by something darker. “Well, good luck out there, Sensei,” he finally said before walking away.

But the weight of his gaze lingered, unsettling you more than you cared to admit.

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

The next few days passed in a blur of matches and training sessions, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. Every time you looked around, you’d catch a glimpse of Wolf—always on the periphery, leaning against a wall or sitting in the stands, his eyes fixed on you.

At first, you tried to ignore it. Rival senseis often observed each other, studying techniques and strategies. But this wasn’t just professional interest. It felt personal.

One evening, as you finished packing up after practice, you found him waiting outside the arena.

“You’re here late,” he remarked, his voice casual, though the intensity in his gaze made your skin crawl.

“I could say the same to you,” you replied, gripping your bag tightly.

Wolf chuckled, a low, almost menacing sound. “What can I say? I’m dedicated. And you…” He paused, letting the silence stretch. “You’re fascinating.”

The statement caught you off guard, and you stiffened. “Sensei Wolf, if this is about the tournament—”

“It’s not,” he interrupted, stepping closer. His presence was overwhelming, and you instinctively took a step back. “This is about you. You’ve got something no one else does. Something I can’t stop thinking about.”

Your heart raced, not with flattery but with unease. “I don’t know what you think this is, but I suggest you keep your distance.”

His smirk returned, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Careful, Sensei. You don’t want to make an enemy out of me.”

You didn’t reply, brushing past him and walking quickly toward the exit. But his words followed you, a sinister promise that sent a chill down your spine.

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

It only got worse from there. Wolf began orchestrating matches to ensure your teams would face each other, his students suddenly employing tactics designed specifically to counter your style. When you confronted him about it, he cornered you in an empty hallway.

“Why are you doing this?” you demanded, your voice sharp.

“Doing what?” he asked, feigning innocence.

“Sabotaging the tournament. Fixating on my team. On me.”

His expression darkened, and for a moment, you regretted your boldness. “You think this is about the tournament?” he growled, stepping closer. “This is about you. Don’t you see it? We’re the same, you and I. You belong with me.”

Your stomach twisted, but you held your ground. “You’ve crossed a line, Wolf. Stay away from me and my team.”

His eyes flashed with something dangerous—rage, desire, maybe both. “You don’t get it, do you? I’ve been patient. I’ve tried to let you come to me on your own. But you’re so damn stubborn.”

Before you could respond, he grabbed your wrist, his grip firm but not painful. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured, his voice softer now, almost pleading. “But I will if it means keeping you safe. Keeping you…mine.”

You yanked your arm free, heart pounding. “You’re insane,” you spat, stepping back.

Wolf’s lips curled into a smile, but there was no humor in it. “Maybe I am. But that doesn’t change the truth. You’ll see it eventually, Sensei. I’ll make sure of it.”

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

The tournament finals were a nightmare. Your team defeated his in a hard-fought match, but instead of conceding gracefully, Wolf snapped.

After the match, he confronted you in a secluded corner of the arena, his composure shattered.

“You think you’ve won?” he snarled, his voice trembling with rage. “This isn’t over. It’ll never be over.”

Before you could respond, he slammed his fist into the wall beside your head, his face inches from yours. His breathing was ragged, his eyes wild. “You can’t keep running from me. I’ll always find you. Always.”

Tears stung your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. “You need help, Wolf. This obsession isn’t normal.”

“Normal?” he laughed bitterly, his voice breaking. “You think I care about being normal? You’re all I care about. You’re mine, and I’ll destroy anyone who tries to take you away.”

It took intervention from tournament officials to pull him away, but the damage was done. As they dragged him out of the arena, his eyes locked onto yours, a final, chilling promise in his gaze.

“This isn’t goodbye, Sensei. You’ll see me again.”

And deep down, you knew he was right.

[lady-ashfade]

New-years Celebration

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╰･ﾟ✧☽ Happy New Year everyone. I am back from a vacation, and I have motivation again. This is a event/celebration for another year y’ll have stuck with me!!

╰･ﾟ✧☽ Requests are back open, my inbox is cleaned out, and I am bring back fandoms for this special time.

╰･ﾟ✧☽ This is a short fics, Imagines & dabbles, hcs event!! I work so I try to get theses out as fast as I can, so shorter fics will be my priority.

╰･ﾟ✧☽ Rules are the same. Characters are updated.

— deadline is not decided yet.

Wicked- Glinda, Elphaba

House of the dragon- Rhaenrya, Daemon, Lucerys, Jacaerys, Baela, Alicent, Yan!HOTD, Houses x reader.

Stanger Things- Steve, Dustin, El, Robin, Nancy, Max, Mike, Lukas. All aged!up because of the actors

Cobra Kai- All characters except for the kids, but platonic for them if you want!!

Umbrella Academy- Five

My Hero Academia- lzuku, Katsuki, Shoto, Kirishima, Bakusquad, Dekusquad, Yan!Class 1A as a whole.

Percy Jackson- Percy, Annabeth, Luke, Grover, yan!camp. The show is platonic except for Luke, but book requests for romantic is fine because aged up!

*All characters can be platonic, romantic unless stated other wise, yandere! platonic/Rom, Poly ships x reader allowed*

[3eeddenn]

INTRODUCTION

⤷ 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓; me, myself and I ᝰ.ᐟ i am a female with female pronouns, she/her/hers, I write dark fantasies or ideas that I have, or you could request some. Though it’s unlikely that I’ll write them since I will write at my own pace and might take some long breaks between periods, so be aware that I barely update and write. Do not expect much from me, terribly sorry…also this is an 18+ account, so minors dni.

⤷ 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐎; any of the following themes ᝰ.ᐟ nsfw, yandere, stalking, obsessions, one sided love, angst, crying, tears, fisting, age gaps(as long as reader is 18+), homosexuality, drugs, hallucinations, head canons, one shots, abuse, drinking, strictly gn reader, smoking, swearing, assault, 18+ content, harassment, fighting, death, masturbation, anger, blood, gore, au’s/alternative universes, dark themes, handjobs, and more alike…

⤷ 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐃𝐎; any of the following themes ᝰ.ᐟ pedophilia, stories, piss kink, foot fetish, foot job, body waste fetish, child x reader, zoophilia, rape, certain kinks, monster sex, furrys, problematic stuff, and more alike…

⤷ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒; that I will be writing for ᝰ.ᐟ lookism, fnaf, security breach, detroit become human/dbh, the quarry, demon slayer, one piece, spiderman, scream, genshin impact, viral hit/how to fight, cobra kai, the karate kid, omniscient readers viewpoint/orv, resident evil, welcome home, sweet home, all of us are dead, stranger things, inside job, mha/my hero academia, and more alike…

⤷ 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂; or my accounts theme ᝰ.ᐟ dry blood, wilted flowers, burnt pages, lit candles in a somber room, bruised knees covered in dirt, shadow behind a fogged window, bloody knuckles, lit cigarette between red lips, gold jewellery with red stones, crushed pomegranates, splattered blood, crushed/stomped cigarette, bloodied toothy smile, and more alike…

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[loverforfanfiction]

Witch one-Robby Keene and Miguel Diaz

Summary-people always ask about your boyfriend and your like witch one?

You didn’t really mean for it to come out like that atleast not as sleazy as it sounded but you were confused didn’t people know you had two of them?.

I mean it was obvious the way you showed affection but did people not get the hugging or kissing did people think you were 2 timing?

“so what are you doing with your boyfriend tonight y/n”. “Well it depends witch one?” Tory just stood there with a shock look on her face are you not dating Robby she thought “if your talking about Robby we’re probably going to go skate then get pizza then watch a movie” wha- Tory got cut off “my rides here talk to you later you said running off”.

you and Hawk were hanging out witch was rare because you guys didn’t really have the time to hang out. “So you boyfriend told me your into anime”. “Witch one”? you asked Hawk and he made a confused face. “Because if your talking about Miguel I only watch it with him because he explains it to me and makes jokes about it” you said smiling “ok what other-“ he had got cut of by everyone else piling in to the dojo

Tory and Hawk were going to make it a mission to find out who the other boyfriend is no matter what it takes

Imagine your race and gender

part 2 coming soon

[terrence-silver]

What would Terry be like during the birth of his child? Would he be supportive and encouraging toward beloved or quite distant/unhelpful?

Him!? Distant and unhelpful!?

When was he ever distant and unhelpful? You have him pegged all wrong.

If anything, Terry Silver immerses himself into the issues and problems of the people he cares for so deeply and with so much overwhelming passion, that if he could, he'd literally preform the birth of his own child personally or at least, oversee it and dish out orders in the operation hall because he knows best. He has stakes in this birth the doctors just don't. This is his legacy. Not theirs. The person giving birth belongs to him and he's exclusively interested in their wellbeing the way a shark's interested in feasting on blood and I confess, he might very much be fixated on the very act of someone his giving him someone else who is quite literally his, made out of the same bone, flesh and marrow. Of course he cares infinitely more, he thinks. He will have control. He will, in his own mind's eye, do a more excellent job than a team of highly paid trained professionals because he knows beloved better than they ever will, mind, body and soul. He's a difficult patient. Extremely difficult, sure. But precise. Very much the perfectionist. The only unhelpful part of all of this stems from how much he's willing to do for beloved and the baby; a great many things that aren't even necessary or just pure extravaganza, but he does it anyway because he's Terry.

He leaves nothing up to chance.

Thing is, due to this, beloved and their baby will have the best care money can buy because he doesn't accept or stand for anything less than that and he throws cash around like there's no tomorrow, sparing no expense where monetary questions are concerned or where his presence is concerned; if this man could take weeks off of his schedule for revenge against two strangers, imagine what he'd do for the birth of his kid? They'll also have the best preparation money can buy as well. The best oversight. Check-ups. Private, on-stand nurses months and months prior to their term. State of the art nurseries with all the following equipment. The best dietary regimen during the pregnancy. Exercise regimen. Pre-birth vacations he absolutely insists on so beloved would relax. Stretches conducted by him personally. Heck, if he has to, he'll teach them how to goddamn breathe when the contractions come. He'll handpick the private hospital. Handpick the doctors. The Gynecologists. Who and who isn't allowed to touch beloved. Their stomach. Their body. And even when someone does, he is always there, eyes following every interaction like a hawk, holding beloved's hand, eternally present, giving more advice than whoever he hires as his handpicked medical professionals.

He isn't just encouraging, he's smothering and unrelenting with his care.

He euphorically plans and plans and plans. Relishes every moment of it too.

If it is at all possible, he as the father would somehow be more interested and overinvolved in the formation, development and birth of his child than the other parent all the way down to the moment of the actual water breaking (something he'd undoubtedly have calculated down to the very date and the hour before the doctors themselves do). So, nope, he wouldn't be distant or unhelpful, and if anything, beloved would have to plead with him to cease doing quite so much, something Terry would undoubtedly respond to by giving them a furrowed brow stare and then busting out laughing.