#yandere karate kid

[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

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Karate Kid Masterlist

Request for this fandom: closed

Rules.

Angst: Red

Fluff: Pink

Both: Orange

Comfort: Purple

A little bit of everything or nothing: Green

Yandere: Red & Green.

Daniel Larusso

<Nothing yet>

Johnny Lawrence

<Nothing yet>

[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.

[reareaotaku]

hi! can i request more daniel larusso headcanons? maybe with some nsfw?

Say it with your full chest babe I'm not very good at NSFW, but here we go- [Did yall know Ralph was 22 in this movie- That's insane]

He loves when you patch him

Your hands all over him- He might just go crazy

He can get distracted when you cheer for him

Something about hearing your voice saying his name- It's rather exciting

His opponent [Johnny] will sometimes either see you or hear you and realize you're with Daniel and try and embarrass him

It never works because nothing Daniel does could embarrass you, because you're so in love with

He'll wave to you before and after each match

Hell, if he has time, he'll go up and kiss you for good luck

He's very affectionate and that translates into the bedroom

His hands and lips are everywhere

He's more of a giver than a receiver

He loves to please and if you give him compliments while he does it, he goes even harder

Good Boy really gets him going

Only gets off if you get off

He's not super serious during it, but he might try- Although, he can't hold it for very long

You can expect a very long after care with cuddles and him holding you tightly

[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.”  

[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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[slickfordain]

POOKS I HAVE AN IDEA

Ahem...yandere aiden, logan, tyler n ash or whoever u want w WEAK READER N YK THEY R PRETTY OVERPROTECTIVD OF HER WHY? bc she is fragile af-- always manage to get herself injured in the most dunb ways possible n how tf is she gonna manage to survive in this realm? She needs them ‼️‼️

𝕭𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖆𝖑 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞 // School Bus Graveyard

TW: Yandere themed, NO NSFW, gore/injuries mentioned, fragile!female!reader who is paranoid and anxious, AU explanation-wise writing? It’s kind of short but it’s like an explanation what my SBG x reader AU is;;u ;

You don’t know how you even ended up here in this situation…. Restless sleep, insomnia, hallucinations,— Ah… Who am I kidding? You knew exactly what was happening and it all started way back when you were ordered to tutor around the new students. Being the one who wasn’t new, it was hard to keep a conversation with them because….. One would keep her distance away, one would be thrilled to nag the girl who distanced away, the twins didn’t give a damn, and… Ben and Logan were probably the only ones who ever offered to listen to you.

However despite those hours you eventually got to bond with them, all because of… Well…. You tripping down the stairs all of the sudden until Ashlyn caught you. And that’s where the spark happened… That’s what clicked in Ashlyn’s mind to suddenly want to protect you, with you in her arms looking hopeless and defenseless. The group claimed you as their pink princess but, you didn’t thought much of it….

And why they even bother to call you that, you still felt loved at least by your friends.

But… Every time you walk home after hanging out with them, especially on that trip, your hands wouldn’t stop shaking. The thought of that hideous creature behind Ashlyn…. You haven’t left your house since then, and gave excuses to your teacher even for him to understand.

You’ve never felt anything weird like this before… The ones you are looking to avoid were mostly creepy men, or just in general a group of people who you think could possibly bully you, or take advantage.

So why? Why did you suddenly have to endure horror?

❝[NAME]!!!❞

You’ve impaled yourself on accident by trying to get away from a monster, you’ve tripped and fallen into a dark void where you died by the fall, you even somehow died by trying to save Tyler, but you ended up dying anyways! It was getting so… So much harder…

You’ve gotten injured. Over, and over, and over again. It’s pissing Ashlyn, Aiden, Tyler— everyone off. It was as if they saw life flash before their eyes…. And while you’re alive in the real world, with no scratches or injuries, they couldn’t afford to lose you again. To make you hopeless, to make you unable to walk.

It was another dream, another dream where suddenly you’re locked in the bird cage Aiden had somehow decided to buy… You stared confused, yearning for an explanation…. But the boys and girls wouldn’t give you any.

❝Guys..? Please… I thought we were a team..❞

❝Princess… We are! We swear…! Please don’t take it badly! We’re doing this for your own good…❞

You couldn’t really argue with them. You’re just tired and you have been unable to get proper sleep… You suppose it’s okay but… It wasn’t getting better as you thought it would. Despite dreams having you only locked up every now and then, in the morning in reality- you are FOLLOWED constantly by either the twins, Ashlyn, Aiden, or Ben… Logan? Probably cameras in your house (not your bedroom or bathroom) to ensure you made it home safely.

It’s getting out of hand. It’s going bizarre, but are you doing something about it? NO! Their parents scares you! You don’t want to break your friendship either… You knew how easily broken they’d be… And… You don’t want to handle or deal with Aiden’s family, nor do you wanna karate with Ashlyn’s mother. You can’t even fight!

So the only thing you could do was just… Accept it as it is. And let it be… Although you probably aren’t aware that the parents adores you, finding you so sweet and matchable for their little children. You don’t pay attention to that, all you could focus on were your eyebags and your injured body…. There wasn’t anything, reality-wise, but God it stung that you could barely make it through school. Even though I kind of said you give excuses…. You still had to do exams for at least collage….

Don’t take them wrong, they’d love for you to stay safe and to not join the horror attraction… But also, after the reveal when the parents could also see the demonic creatures, it instantly clicks that you weren’t safe. Nor were your parents. (Don’t give a damn about your parents, they don’t like them)

They need you. They constantly need you. They can’t have you out of your cage, but they can’t have you out of the dreams as well…. Which considers leading it to having you as some sort of a motivation. They need you to support them for everything they do.

So when the parents are going into that situation, it’s best to believe they NEED you with them so nobody in reality can kidnap you while they’re asleep…. Fighting off monsters, you know?

And the shady guys? Do not worry a single thing about them at all.

I mean, what more could you possibly do than to be stuck in your own bedroom or classroom? You’re going nowhere near the stores or arcade. Not after that Logan incident, that is….

[yestrday]

bro like

imagine if reader and housewife scara had a kid that looks practically exactly like one of them and yet got the personality of the other parent 💀💀💀

🍡 anon back at it again

ghiwefi i can imagine the domestic shenanigans here istg kuni's reactions would be fucking hilarious. also you get called papa once because i couldnt think of any gn parental terms

you might like: yandere! genshin malewife au ft. scara

"oh my gosh say that one more time for the camera, sweetie."

your eight-year-old flips you off from his seat, glaring at you over a bowl of cereal. his [hair color] is messy from tossing and turning in his sleep and his pouty lips are in the most bitter scowl you have ever seen adorning them. you squeal as you capture your vulgar child on camera and begin fawning over it on camera, whilst kuni karate chops him on the head.

"ow! whaddya do that for?!" he complains, covering his bump with his tiny two hands as kuni locks him with an equally deadly glare.

"you brat, you better treat your parent with more respect!" he scolds. he looks threatening, despite holding a pan with the most delicious looking waffles while donning a frilly lavender apron. "if i see you flipping someone off one more fucking time, you're losing tv privileges!"

"why not?!" the child yells indignantly as he shakes his tiny fists at his father. "you do that to them all the time?!"

"just because i do it doesn't mean you can!"

"then you're not a very good parent, are you?!"

kuni pops a vein, and he feels the most vile sentence forming on the tip of his tongue before he bites it down and sighs. "for that, i'm still cutting down your tv time by one hour." he cries out in outrage, but he ignores him and slides the waffles onto a plate. "go play outside or something.... honestly, you look like this idiot over here—" he shoots a sharp glare at you, still fawning over the picture. "— but you're too goddamn rude to be anything like him."

"maybe it's because i get it from you!" the kid says, mouth full with waffles. kuni glances at him and scoffs, lightly hitting him again on the head.

"... make that two hours."

"never say that kind of sappy shit with my face ever again."

"but dad~" your daughter whines, tugging on kuni's kimono sleeve. "i love him! can't i just buy him one box of chocolates? please?"

kuni wrinkles his nose at the notion of a mere ten-year-old falling in love, and even more so when his literal carbon copy is pulling a lovesick expression with his face. she has the sharp eyes and all, yet they look so... girlish? dreamy, when on her. something about it grates on his nerves.

"how could you possibly like a guy like him?" he scoffs, scanning the aisle for a specific brand of flour. "you said he hated you. he throws your notebooks, mocks and humiliates you, and is basically anything but a decent human being. if it weren't for [y. name], i would've gone over to that school and ripped him and whatever vile parent he has into shreds."

"but! but!" she whines. "papa says you were exactly like that before!" kuni freezes. "then he could be the one for me!"

kuni snorts and grabs a bag of flour before dropping it into the cart. "your papa was and still is an idiot. but still," a fond smile graces his lips for a second. "we're the exception. doesn't mean it can turn out well for you."

"is that a no, then?" she pouts.

kuni is silent, and she perks up and pulls him down to give him a peck on the cheek. "thanks, dad!"

"whatever," he grumbles as she runs off to the chocolate aisle, holding the kissed cheek with an embarassed blush on his face.

[2-dsimp]

*Jumping in complete excitement after the revelation of Soma* Even if I should be crying for that angst, I can't blame you for giving me so much motivation to ask.

What if Soma's darling finds him some day, now peer up with a survivors group, but she is unable to killed his infected boyfriend and tries to convince his teammates not to kill him. Even making a whole damn argument while helping the team with blowing up the hard of zombies. (Summing up, an stubborn and silly darling)

Don't know, maybe suggesting silly ways to keep him up with her and avoiding him to attack the others, like making him use a muzzle and kid leash wrapped around her wrist.

A/n: if only things could work out like that. Not in this scenario unfortunately.ヽ(´o｀；

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𝕋𝔸𝔾 𝕃𝕀𝕊𝕋: @apeiceoflump @fruk-you-usuk-fans @avalordream @manunkan @twinklingbeautifulstars (anyone else who’d like to be tagged for future parts lmk~)

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Cw: blood/gore, betrayal (?), obsessive tendencies, angst, possessive tendencies, jealousy/envy, Soma losing his mind like a woman scorned.

Synopsis 3: Soma, your yandere undead boyfriend, finally reached the promised land and finally found you. But at the sight of someone else at your side he quickly became a frenzied beast of green envy.

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You could barely register the sheer chaos that ensued from having the wall to the safe haven you’ve found in a fellow survival camp caved in by a mass of sharpened spikes. As the wall crumbled down, the other survivors screamed. Scrambling like chickens in utter confusion, fear, and dread.

But all you felt was joy, as you saw the one you’ve been mourning over for the few days. You guys were split apart, your boyfriend soma, in the flesh. His infected eyes were hyper transfixed on you, the target of his unrefined love. That was about to overflow and burst his heart from how he fell for you again. Hard.

You were all scuffed up, like an adorable kitten. Hair was a disaster, your body carried dirt and minor wounds from squabbles you had encountered on your own from trying to survive. You were an utter mess but to him you were a perfect achievement that he wanted to unlock once more.

Soma’s mouth opened, there was so much he wanted to say to you. But most importantly he wanted to call you out by your name. Tell you that you’re truly is here to come pick up his player 2. But he clamped down his jaw so hard so hard out of having the jitters. that he accidentally bit his own tongue off like a brain dead idiot.

Blood spurted from his severed tongue which happened to stain your face. You were in utter shock not believing that you were witnessing your undead boyfriend try to kill him self even when he’s technically already dead. Naturally you screamed as you saw his severed tongue wriggle around like a fish out of water.

“We must leave, now miss.”

A eerily calm voice seeped into your head, there was hands, albeit cold encircled around your wrist. As you were elevated to your feet and the scenery ran past your mind in a disillusioned blur. Your heart was pounding out of your chest, your breathing heavy and uneven.

You couldn’t make sense of it.

Why did the man say that you must leave? There’s no need to run! Your loving boyfriend has come to pick you up just like he promised. Away from this infected shithole. He wouldn’t hurt you, he definitely wouldn’t harm anybody else right? Sure he karated the hell out of this zombies in the store but that was self defense.

He said he’d come back to you. And he did, so why? Why were you running away from him? Your valiant boyfriend who sacrificed himself to keep his precious babe, you, alive.

Your feet carried you faster than you could think, with the captain of the survivor camp taking you by the hand. You were too frazzled to register the screams of terror and the frenzied clicking of other parasitic zombies who had found their way to the source of all the noise. Every single variation digging their claws and teeth into the survivors who were unable to get a grip.

But most importantly you missed the sheer look of rage that twisted Soma’s face into something unrecognizable. His tentacles were tore out of his flesh, turning a dark hue and snapping into deadly spikes. His mind was running field goals with the sight of you running away hand in hand with another man.

A man that wasn’t him.

Did you forget that he told you he was coming back? Who the hell was this bitch clinging onto your hand like a pest. Your boyfriend didn’t like it. Not one bit his tongue had regenerated in wisps of steamy smoke. Allowing him to rip out an unearthly screech that made everyone weak from racking their brains with his pitch frequency.

His eyes darted every which way studying how the captains fingers were touching you on too many areas of skin. He clawed at his face practically tearing off the mask that kept him human from pure agitation. His eyes bulging at the sight with veins a showing as he repeatedly gashed his teeth.

‘‘F̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞l̨͓̠̹̿̔̋̈́͝i̡̫̭̮̅̔̇̚͠ţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠h̨̟͔̣̣͊̄̇̏̿y̦̲̩̪̺͋̀͐̏̋,͓̾̌ f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞l̨͓̠̹̿̔̋̈́͝i̡̫̭̮̅̔̇̚͠ţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠h̨̟͔̣̣͊̄̇̏̿y̦̲̩̪̺͋̀͐̏̋,͓̾̌ f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞l̨͓̠̹̿̔̋̈́͝i̡̫̭̮̅̔̇̚͠ţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠h̨̟͔̣̣͊̄̇̏̿y̦̲̩̪̺͋̀͐̏̋!̳̆͋̈̾ G̢͚̙̣̬̎͋̊͐̽e͖̖̤͙̅̈́̏͌ͅţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠ i̡̫̭̮̅̔̇̚͠ţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠ o̳̘̗̗͒̽͑̚͝f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞.̪̍̉ G̢͚̙̣̬̎͋̊͐̽e͖̖̤͙̅̈́̏͌ͅţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠ i̡̫̭̮̅̔̇̚͠ţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠ o̳̘̗̗͒̽͑̚͝f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞.̪̍̉ G̢͚̙̣̬̎͋̊͐̽e͖̖̤͙̅̈́̏͌ͅţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠ i̡̫̭̮̅̔̇̚͠ţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠ o̳̘̗̗͒̽͑̚͝f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞.̪̍̉ G̢͚̙̣̬̎͋̊͐̽e͖̖̤͙̅̈́̏͌ͅţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠ i̡̫̭̮̅̔̇̚͠ţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠ o̳̘̗̗͒̽͑̚͝f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞.̪̍̉ G̢͚̙̣̬̎͋̊͐̽e͖̖̤͙̅̈́̏͌ͅţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠ i̡̫̭̮̅̔̇̚͠ţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠ o̳̘̗̗͒̽͑̚͝f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞.̪̍̉ G̢͚̙̣̬̎͋̊͐̽e͖̖̤͙̅̈́̏͌ͅţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠ i̡̫̭̮̅̔̇̚͠ţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠ o̳̘̗̗͒̽͑̚͝f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞.̪̍̉ G̢͚̙̣̬̎͋̊͐̽e͖̖̤͙̅̈́̏͌ͅţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠ i̡̫̭̮̅̔̇̚͠ţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠ o̳̘̗̗͒̽͑̚͝f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞.̪̍̉ G̢͚̙̣̬̎͋̊͐̽e͖̖̤͙̅̈́̏͌ͅţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠ i̡̫̭̮̅̔̇̚͠ţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠ o̳̘̗̗͒̽͑̚͝f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞.̪̍̉ G̢͚̙̣̬̎͋̊͐̽e͖̖̤͙̅̈́̏͌ͅţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠ i̡̫̭̮̅̔̇̚͠ţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠ o̳̘̗̗͒̽͑̚͝f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞.̪̍̉ G̢͚̙̣̬̎͋̊͐̽e͖̖̤͙̅̈́̏͌ͅţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠ i̡̫̭̮̅̔̇̚͠ţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠ o̳̘̗̗͒̽͑̚͝f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞.̪̍̉’

Soma’s parasite took the reins, taking advantage of how their host wasn’t able to maintain stability. Zombie, humans, and other unaffected variants alike were skewered. In his fit of manic fury, his tentacles striking towards your location like a viper. The tip of death missing the chance to stab through your clasped hands by a hair thanks to the captains diligent reflexes.

You tumbled trying to look back only to be swept off your feet and carried off into the arms of the ever so calm and collected Survivor Captain. Who by human standards looked flawless, not a blemish on his skin nor any sign of imperfections. But you didn’t miss how alienated it made him his whole reaction to the camp being decimated was lackluster. His eyes were like pearls without any shine, it was as if he was just a wearing a humans skin for show.

Gaining a sense of clarity at how fast you were retreating from the scene you took a moment to properly look at your boyfriend’s rampaging. And the way his eyes seared into your flesh and bone made you freeze up like a petrified goat.

You’ve never seen this side of him, could the infection truly take away the man you loved? You heavily denied it but the way he was aggressively targeting you his dangerous spiked tentacles indenting themselves just one step behind from impaling the captains body.

For the first time you felt afraid of him. He has clearly lost control to differentiate between who the true target of his ire. As he was under the impression that he was being betrayed/abandoned by you.

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[thefiery-phoenix]

AN ANNOUNCEMENT

This is an announcement from @thefieryphoenix, my blog got terminated for no reason and the Tumblr services seem to be of no help on what to do, they're barely replying to my emails and I've emailed them about 3 times till now, I'd really appreciate your help on how to get my account back, I feel empty 🥲🥺

[serxinns]

Scarlet Witch reader x yandere Mha Extras: Babysitting!

• your crazy classmates turn into kids and now you're stuck with them great...

•Turns out that while they were on a mission a time Villian decided it was a good idea to enable his quirk while he was being pinned down and now all your classes are turned into 4-5-year-olds and your teacher is now the same age as you

• when you 1st walked into the room the kids surrounded you and looked at you some were in wonder, some were amazed and some were possessive a tug on the bottom of your shirt caught your attention to look down to see Izuku with his all might figure in hand "hi would you like to play with me!" he said with a big smile in his face you smiled back "ok sure!" "I wanna play with y/n too! "me too!" momo said while frowning the other kids whined begging you to play with them as we "Guys guys!" you released yourself from them "ill play with all of you I promise but I izuku asked 1st so I'll play with him you want to join u can or you can play with Aizawa" your friends all whined protesting but it was quickly shit down by the grumpy teen izuku look back with a smug smile while holding your hand the classmates glared and all thought of one single thing

Game on

•Babysitting your kids was absolute hell for you and aizawa all of your friends wanted to play with you individually

Katsuki wanted you to be the kidnapped prince/Princess so he can be the big hero to save you

Shoto wanted to draw you so you had to sit there and stand still so he can be done (it was a drawing of you and him kissing)

Momo and Aoyama wanted to do a mini-fashion show and wanted you to be the judge so they could both compete with each other and see which one is the best

Kirishima wanted to impress you and get your attention by attempting to break stuff with his quirk so you can call him manly you had to stop him many many times

Tsuyu tryna put makeup on you saying how pretty you are and Hakagure is doing your hair and if you ever move you're hit with a brush by Hakagure

Sero tryna to play Spiderman so he can be your Spiderman to save you but you and aizawa panicked tryna persuade him to come down

Koji is the tamest one he tries to teach you different types of animals and species and whenever you praise him for it he gets so happy he tries to invite them in thinking he'll get more praise at 1st it was small animals but u had to stop him cause it was gonna invite a whole ass snake in there

Sato drags you in the kitchen and makes you watch his baking and wanting to be his taste tester

Mina wants to have a dance battle with you making you put up a much of songs you and herbsould like and make you dance with her

Ochako Wants you to join her making matching love bracelets thinking if you would wear this the two of you could be a couple

Iida wanted to be the little class pet trying to tell off the Kids to let you be and tryna convince you into thinking that he's the only good student here

Tokoyami Wants to nap with you which is your fav thing and he loves to want you to read stories to him

Shoji just wants to cuddle you no playing no running no nothing just cuddling with you while your watching your fav show on ur phone

Ojiro wants to play Karate with you so you pretend to spare with him in karate and pretend to be defeated

Denki wanted to play hide and seek with you but his hiding spot are so bad you tried your best not laugh and see him at the same time

Mineta just kept flirting with you so you had to put him in timeout

Izuku Wanted you to be the villain and he she to be the hero to stop you

You were being pulled in different directions the kids arguing about who gets to spend more with who Aizawa tried to break it up but when they hissed at him and he gave up and said "Nope" It was all up to you so the two of you you were about to snap at the children telling them to stop but you had an idea

you whispered it to Aiwzawa so while the class was arguing you quietly tiptoed to the door gently shut it making sure they didn't notice and out and got some snacks and drinks for them

You got back and everyone was glaring at aizawa

Y/n: Tf are y'all glaring for

Bakugo: Where did he take you

Y/n: To get some snacks-

Tenya: no fair! I would've helped you if you would've asked me

Mina: Me too!

Kirishima: hey I wouldve been a better helper

Katsuki: U STUPIDS WOULDNT BEEN STRONG ENOUGH TO CARRY IT

Y/n: QUIET! it doesn't matter you want the snacks or not

Class 1a: Yea!

You and Aizawa sat them down in a circle-like formation and watch them eat their food praying that the night quill would work

It didn't

The kids were as hyper as ever they couldn't stop jumping around chasing each other Tatsumi was chasing around Kirishima and Mina with a knife it was chaos u had to lock yourself in the closet and grabbed ur cross and pray when someone announced that you were theirs LORD IT WAS A WAR you hid in the closet for what felt forever when you realize it was all quiet

You looked out to be the coast was clear but saw your classmates sleeping Thank god

You brought sleep bags and mats for them and they all slept soundly

[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.

[reareaotaku]

Daniel LaRusso Headcanons

Day 4 of this hell of a cold.

He's very sweet and protective over you

He's always trying to impress you

Big Ol' show off

Always has some stupid joke in the back of his head to try and make you laugh

Carries your books and bag for you

Kind of guy to open the door for you and put his jacket over a puddle so you don't get your shoes dirty [Gets kinda mad when you walk around the puddle]

If you ever need anything, he'll drop everything to help you/ do what you need

Has cute nicknames for you like, Babe, Honey, Sugar, etc

Takes you on cute dates [Ex: Picnics, Movie dates, Dinner]

Would take a beating for you. If anyone ever talks shit about you, he's quick to defend your name. Doesn't care if the guy is 3x his size

Very gentlemanly; Your parents love him, because he's so polite

Will compliment the cooking and partakes in conversation, throwing in multiple compliments

He's very confident in you two being together and he takes every opportunity to tell you how great you would both be together

You finally go out with him when seeing him fight some asshole for you

You help patch him up, while thanking him. Though, you do tell him that he didn't have to and you can defend yourself, but it was nice

He's so smitten and he's not really taking in what you're saying

God, you're touching him and you're being so gentle... It feels so nice. Maybe he should get beat up more?

[maleyanderecafe]

My Puppy Fiance (Mobile)

Created by: SEEC Inc.

Genre: Otome

My Puppy Fiance is very cute and SEEC makes pretty good short games that just so happen to have yandere endings to them. The yandere in this one is the butler who has one yandere ending (though it is also fairly dark, which caught me off guard.) but the story itself is actually pretty cute all things considered. You can watch most of the scenes here or here, though it is missing some extra endings.

The story starts with Mikoto recounting that as a child, she was obsessed with a book about princess and wanted to be a princess thanks to it. She would show the book to everyone, specifically a boy around her age. Fast foward to right before Mikoto's 18th birthday, her dad wants her to get married as he's worried that she's alone and that when he was their age he and Mikoto's mother got married. He sets up a meeting with this suitor, but Mikoto butts in, lying about a boyfriend that she has. Her dad, amused, plays along, stating that he is happy to meet them in a month. Mikoto talks about her situation with Maki, her butler before seeing a homeless kid hanging outside of her house. The boy begs Mikoto to take him in, promising to be her dog, whatever so as long as he has a place to stay. Mikoto accepts this and decides to train him to being her perfect boyfriend. Pochi agrees to this so as long as he gets food.

Throughout the story Pochi is trained by Mikoto to do various things, from exercising, to going clothing shopping, cooking, ballroom dancing and karate/judo. Pochi is very much like a dog, whining about doing hard work but happy to be with Mikoto in general. Over the course of the story, we learn that Pochi seems to dislike rich people, thinking that they don't really know how to do anything since they have servants to do everything. He becomes in awe of Mikoto because while she does come from a rich family, she's taken it upon herself to learn all she needs to so she can be an independent. Pochi while useless in some endeavors (like cooking or running) but is far better at ballroom dancing and judo. The entire time, Maki is jealous over the attention that Pochi is getting from Mikoto. Mikoto's dad reveals that they were suppose to have a meet up with Mikoto, to which both Mikoto and Maki try to figure out who it could be. In the best ending, Mikoto does actually find out the person that she was suppose to be arranged married was Pochi, or better known as Kei- the guy that she shared the story of the princess when she was younger. Overall, despite all these complications, the two start to date.

In the yandere ending, Maki tries to convince Mikoto to drug Pochi with a love potion. Rejecting this will lead to Maki getting jealous that he cares so much about Pochi despite the fact that he and her know each other longer. We get a flashback afterwards about how Maki came to become Mikoto's butler when she was younger, since she was so shocked that Maki lost his cool. Maki later informs Mikoto that the arrangement has been called off at the last second and that Pochi has been sent back to his family as a result. While Maki serves Mikoto tea, he talks about how hard it was for him before he was adopted into her family. He always worked hard so that he could have Mikoto praise him, which is why he always serves the best tea. Mikoto ends up getting drugged by Maki with the love potion. A few weeks later, we see a conversation with Maki and Mikoto's dad about how they are madly in love with each other. Mikoto's dad mentions that he always seemed to treat Mikoto differently, being more harsh with her as compared with others. Maki mentions that despite his harsh attitude towards her, he loves it when he praises him. Her dad leaves, and Maki returns to see Mikoto again, who he believes after she wakes up, will remember him only as her boyfriend. Maki happily holds Mikoto's hair, knowing that as long as the potion keeps her in love with him, that he will be happy.

SEEC makes some pretty good short games that happen to have a yandere in there time and time again. My puppy fiance is actually very cute and while most of it is built upon misunderstanding, I surprisingly didn't find it particularly annoying. I actually quite like Mikoto as a protagonist since despite the fact that she could just live a life as a rich person, she learns to be self sufficient due to drive to become a princess, which in this case is defined as someone who leads and takes care of others. While she does lie to her dad about having a boyfriend, she does put in the effort to teach Pochi a lot of skills including cooking, exercising and various other things. Personally I think she also comes off as very independent as well, despite having Maki as a butler, she doesn't rely on him to the point of not knowing anything and for the most part her reactions seem pretty understandable (especially when Maki ends up drugging her).

Pochi himself is pretty cute too, despite pretty much just wandering in the front door and living with Mikoto. You kind of get it pretty quickly that he is a rich kid considering he doesn't know how to do a lot of basic skills, but knows how to do things like ballroom dancing and considering how much he complains about how rich people don't know how to do anything, he himself is likely pretty rich. Still, his personality comes off as sort of a cute himbo, with him being very dog like, enjoying being praised and just generally following Mikoto around. While he doesn't always understand what's going on and complains, he still does end up going through with it thanks to his love for Mikoto. In the end, we do find out that Pochi is the one that Mikoto was suppose to end up with in the arranged date, so all's well that ends well, I suppose.

Maki is actually the one that threw me off despite me knowing that he was a yandere. For the most part he comes off as pretty blunt and rude towards Mikoto, but also is generally pretty jealous, like when he exchanges spots with Mikoto when she's trying to teach him karate just so he won't touch her. In the good ending, it seems he lets him go, but in any ending that involves the love potion, Maki will attempt to insert himself in, which includes the threesome ending with Maki and Pochi. In his ending though, he is angry that despite all the time that he and Mikoto have been together, she still prefers Pochi, which does make sense for a butler. I have no idea who or where he got the love potion from, but he does basically seem to continually drug Mikoto with it until she believes that the two are in love forever, and with Mikoto's dad just wanting her to fall in love with someone, it does make sense that he can keep in under wraps since he is basically the closest person to Mikoto. He moves really fast too, so it makes me wonder if he was biding his time and started to panic when he saw that Mikoto and Pochi were getting so close to each other in such a short amount of time, thus why he ended up trying to get Mikoto to drug Pochi with the love potion. Still, his ending is pretty chilling having successfully drugged the person he loves so that she will always love him back.

Overall, this was a fun game to watch. The premise is generally pretty cute with a fairly darkish yandere ending that somehow I was still not expecting. I think I'm just not used to tsundere-yandere hybrids as much since I don't normally see them. If you are interested, please give it a try, or at least give it a watch.

[eemcintyre]

Both Sides Now (Terry Silver)

TW- references to SA, crying, slight noncon vibes (? like grabbing someone by the wrist ig). Nothing too crazy; stuff is winding down lol.

Summary- After the events of "Tainted Love", Y/N experiences an intense nightmare and Terry comforts her. The next morning, after a great deal of thought, she finally decides the future of their relationship.

At long last!! The grand finale!! I hope everyone enjoys it as much as they have the first two parts- the positive feedback and comments for more have been incredibly touching- sorry it took so long! <3 :)

Once Terry had succeeded in pulling Y/N over the threshold of their room, he let go of her wrist. Hearing the soft click of the door locking, she immediately staggered to the furthest corner of the room, rubbing her sore wrist and eying him like she was waiting for him to lunge at her and choke the life out of her or something.

Terry, who had begun removing his watch and rings one by one, had his back to her but sighted her trembling reflection in the mirror above the dresser. Jaw clenched, he shook his head, placing his signet ring in a gold trinket dish with a clatter.

“Are you going to sleep in that?” he inquired without turning around, unbuttoning his sleeves.

She was still wearing her day clothes, shoes and all, and showed no sign of changing. He turned around.

“Oh, stop looking at me like you’ve never seen me before. You knew I was a twisted son-of-a-bitch when you married me.” Terry said bitterly, shrugging free of his shirt.

Over the last several days, Y/N had indeed relived many of their past interactions in her head over and over, in detail, trying to figure out how she couldn’t have seen it. Or had she? Outbursts that had been disproportionately angry to whatever the issue was; telling her just enough about his past in such a way that she felt like she knew a lot, when in reality, there was a lot she still didn’t know.

Every time she had waved the ominous feelings away, rationalizing the incidents as one-off unflattering moments that any person is prone to. Had it been unconscious, or had she really so willfully avoided viewing all the pieces together as a whole picture?

“You and I may have both tried our best to bury that side of me, but I’ve never not been that guy; he’s been here all along.” Terry's eyes glassed over, and Y/N knew he was thinking of the war again. “It sounds like a stupid cliché, but you don’t survive what I have without becoming pretty fucked up. It’s been my nature for a long time- maybe always.”

Now clad in a pair of pajama pants, he approached the corner where Y/N stood rooted. She clutched at the wall behind her like she was trying to crawl into it, even though he wasn’t even close enough to touch her if he were to reach out.

“But there’s a difference now,” he murmured, glancing briefly down at his hands and back to her, and she noticed that he had left his wedding band on. “I used to just hurt people out of self-preservation, or because I enjoyed it for the sake of it,” he said matter-of-factly. “But now it’s because I have someone to protect… and I do it for her.”

Y/N caught herself rubbing the fingers of her left hand together, feeling the smaller matching band around her finger in addition to the tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.

“The man you met the other day… he is me.” Terry quirked his eyebrows grimly, nodding in acknowledgment of his own words. “But the man you know and love has become a part of me just as much.” Y/N choked out a gasp and a single tear escaped her eyes; she could have sworn that she saw a flicker of the old, familiar Terry. “They show it in different ways, but both of them love you more than anything.”

Transfixed by his words, Y/N hadn’t noticed Terry slowly drawing closer to her until his face was inches from hers. Recognizing that he was leaning in to kiss her, she slammed her hands into his chest and ducked under his arm.

He flew backward several steps and they stared at each other for a moment, frozen and silent apart from the sound of her panting. She was surprised she had been able to catch him off-guard and was prepared to bolt for the other side of the room.

“Still too soon,” he nodded, circling to his side of the bed with a look of disappointed acceptance and laying down. “Well, if you want to sleep on the floor in your shoes, that’s your prerogative,” he sighed.

Evaluating her options, Y/N eventually decided to slip into a pair of pajamas, climbing into their bed but curling up, with her back turned, as far away from Terry as possible without falling off.

He figured that it was progress and didn’t press the matter further, switching off the lamplight.

~

Terry had no idea what time it was; only that it was pitch-black and he’d been stirred from sleep by a noise. Propping himself up on his elbows, he scanned his surroundings, listening carefully for the noise to repeat itself.

“Mhn… n-no…” Y/N’s voice, muffled by sleep, pillows and blankets, sounded from her side of the bed.

Terry felt her move- at first, she merely seemed to be shifting positions, perhaps rolling over. But her movements didn’t still, and her voice sounded again, this time louder and with more urgency.

“No, don’t!”

Terry squinted through the darkness, leaning in closer to look at Y/N. Her limbs began to thrash under the covers as she cried out in unmistakable distress. He grabbed her by the shoulders, gently trying to shake her awake, shaking her harder as she refused to wake up.

“Stop it… stop! Terry!” Finally, she jolted awake screaming, frantically kicking her legs at the air and hammering at Terry with her fists until she recognized him and realized whatever she had been dreaming had been just that.

Relaxing her limbs, she took in Terry’s face with her eyes and her hands as if to confirm he was real. Once she had sufficiently convinced herself, she dissolved into sobs, desperately pulling him toward her and on top of her like a protective shield.

“You were dreaming, darling. You were just dreaming,” he reassured her, aching with concern. But God, it also felt good for her to hold him again; to feel her again. “I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere.”

Although Terry was confused by the sudden demand for affection, he was willing to give it to her without hesitation. Eventually she settled down enough to loosen her grip on him so that he could turn on the lamp and put his glasses on. When he turned back to look at her, she was huddled in the sheets, her face glistening and puffy from crying.

“What on earth is wrong?”

Y/N hesitated to respond, sniffling and wiping her cheeks. “It was a horrible nightmare a-about… about him… I couldn’t get away and he at-attacked me… and I was all alone, and no one could hear me, and it hurt, and I was so scared...”

She reached for Terry again and he scooped her into his arms, holding her on his lap as he leaned against the headboard. Every hot tear that dripped from her cheeks onto his chest and each of her ragged, choked-out breaths reaffirmed in his mind that he had done the right thing.

“Shh. Okay, okay. None of it was real, angel. He’s gone. And no one else is getting to you as long as I live.”

Terry held her, curled up in his lap, until she eventually fell asleep. He thought he heard her sob at one point “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry...”

~

When Terry and Y/N woke up the next morning, facing each other on the pillows, they wordlessly examined each other’s expression. Without a doubt, they were thinking of the previous night’s events, but they did not discuss them.

Terry disappeared into the bathroom to brush his teeth and Y/N took this moment to finally peel herself out of bed, kneeling at one of the bedroom windows to slide the glass open and feel the unfiltered sun on her face. Eyes closed, she took a few deep breaths before treading to the dresser for something to put her hair up.

When Terry returned, he started to walk past Y/N, who sat on the small chair in front of the dresser, toying with updos for her hair. A typical morning ritual of theirs was for him to stop and give her a kiss on his way past her to the closet. However, not wanting to destroy the small progress they’d made and have a repeat of the last time he attempted to kiss her, Terry prepared to walk by without stopping.

When he was just about to pass her by without the customary gesture, Y/N’s arm shot out from her side to tug him toward her.

She stared up at him meaningfully, loose locks of dark hair framing her face despite the updo, and he realized that she didn’t want him to break their routine. He bent to bestow a brief, soft kiss to her lips before they continued getting ready silently.

As Terry stood in their closet, appearing to be pondering over his choice of shirt, his thoughts were actually spinning rapidly and replaying what had just happened. Did this mean that she had forgiven him? Had her nightmare, so vividly painting the picture of what could have happened otherwise, convinced her that what he did, though startling and unpleasant, had also been good in some bizarre way?

Terry snatched a smoking jacket and a shirt that matched his pajama pants from the closet.

~

Once they had made themselves sufficiently presentable for the morning, Y/N and Terry relocated to the breakfast nook downstairs.

Tucked into a small offshoot of the main dining area, the nook consisted of a small table encircled by two chairs on the side facing the home interior and a corner bench built into the wall separating the room from the outdoors. Most of the walls around the nook, and even part of the ceiling, were in fact windows that drenched the intimate corner in sunlight.

They sat across from each other at the table, and Terry observed Y/N. She was curled up on the bench in her lacy, white pajama set and a cardigan with one leg crisscrossed under her and the other bent with her knee resting against her chest.

Even though Terry had asked Tsarina to make Y/N’s favorite breakfast, she merely picked at the food and moved it around the plate, lost in a reverie, apart from nibbling the corner from a slice of her French toast and taking a few sips of tea. It had been days now since she’d had more than a few bites to eat each day.

“Darling, please. At least try to eat a little more,” he gently insisted. “Tsarina will make you whatever you like.”

Y/N’s gaze snapped from the table up to him, pulled from her contemplative state.

“No, breakfast is perfect,” she just barely shook her head, smiling thinly.

Terry didn’t immediately reply, hoping that she would continue and reveal whatever was obviously weighing on her.

“I don’t want to stir up another long conversation and I'm tired of arguing,” she prefaced, shifting on the bench. “But I just feel awful. Last night, thinking about and essentially experiencing what could have happened… I knew you were right. I knew it all along. About what you did- even if it’s in some twisted way… and about me.” She paused, attempting to still her shaking hands. When she spoke again, her voice was little more than a whisper. “Is it wrong to be happy that someone’s dead?”

“No,” he leaned in closer to her, propping his elbows on the table. “Not if the person was bad.” His tone was incredibly tender as he rested a hand over one of hers.

The old him from several decades back would have relished in the glory of someone ruefully admitting he had been right all along, but in this moment, he felt little triumph. After last night, his anger and frustration had dissipated, leaving only emptiness.

“I wish that parts of it could have happened differently,” he continued, “But maybe, ultimately, it’s all for the best. I don’t have to hide any part of who I am anymore.” His voice, like hers, fell low. “And maybe you’ll never be able to love that other guy… I'm not terribly fond of him, either... but it would be enough for me if you could still love this one. Would that be enough for you?”

Y/N said nothing as she slid her hand out from under Terry’s. He was almost always able to tell what she was thinking, but for once, he was uncertain. And uncertainty made him uncomfortable like nothing else.

Was this it? Had the darkness in him, the one thing he couldn’t seem to control, destroyed everything with her, just like it had with everyone else before? He knew that letting her in was always going to have disastrous consequences, but he’d done it anyway, like some besotted sap from a bad movie...

She appeared to withdraw back into her thoughts, although she did make a stronger attempt to eat. After she’d managed to polish off one whole slice of French toast, she straightened and drew in a controlled breath.

“Promise me that we’ll never speak of this again,” she said, her tone relatively flat, but her eye contact imploring.

“I promise."

He reached solemnly for her hand again, and they spent the remainder of breakfast that way, holding onto each other as she finished her first legitimate meal in days.  

[allurilove]

Crackhead question…BUT!…how’d our favorite husband handle having 12 daughters?!

I ask because Catherine O’Hara voiced the Duchess Rowena in Barbie and the 12 Dancing Princesses…so this is where my whack question is coming from!

Oh that sounds…. hectic.

In his office, he has a huge calendar filled with the extracurriculars Henry does. The karate classes, when school starts and all of the breaks, playdates, the first time the tooth fairy visited (yes, Henry celebrates that), and his birthdays. If yandere husband were to have twelve kids, oof.

He would have to hire an assistant and multiple nannies and tutors to help him. Maybe he'll even get his sisters to look after them too lol.

Yandere husband takes five-ten minutes out of his day to spend time with each of them. Five minutes hearing them ramble on about whatever shows they watched, playing dress up or other princess tea parties, reading them books and going through old comic books he used to read, and he'll even show up to his workplace with tiara. Deep down, he knows he looks good them.

He probably wouldn't be able to show up to all the sports games or any dance recitals, so he'd have his wife film everything for him to watch before bed and see how his cute little kids did.

Good thing I have a list of names yandere husband would use:

Alora or Elora

Anne

Blythe

Eleanor

Cecilia

Cyndi

Jane or Janie

Leah

Maeve

Magnolia

Moira

Sloane