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ATTENTION ALL AWAE FANS!!! 🫢

New book alert babes ♡

Sorry lovelies, it's on wattpad ♡

Here's the Sypnosis of the book 😘

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"I don't know who to choose..."

In the quiet yet ever-changing world of Avonlea, Y/n arrives at Green Gables, hoping to find a place to belong. But as she settles into life on Prince Edward Island, she finds herself caught between the expectations of others and the uncertainty within her own heart. Between Jerry, the steadfast farmhand with a quiet depth, and Gilbert, the charming scholar with an undeniable pull, Y/n struggles to navigate friendships, love, and the weight of choices that could change everything.

When whispers of jealousy and betrayal stir tensions in the town, she is forced to confront not only the affections of two boys but also the truth about herself. Just as she begins to understand where she truly belongs, a revelation shakes everything she thought she knew-leaving her standing at the crossroads of her heart, where one choice could mean losing the other forever.

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ermm.. ur story "bc i like u" or wtv the one on kwon, u totally copied this one which ws posted before u posted urs 😐 ☠️☠️

https://www.tumblr.com/pa1nfullyalive/772448401117822976/okay-so-i-had-a-really-good-request-idea-for-kwon?source=share

Hi! So apparently you believe I stole it? All works are of my own. It just so happens that this person,anonymous, requested to TWO different writers;hence, two different works.

I did not steal anything.

I did take a huge break and this request was BEFORE I took it. When I came back, I wrote the request. I did not see any work of it, but I didn't steal. Please do not spread false information, thank you!!

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𝐴 𝑆ℎ𝑒𝑝ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ [𝐽. 𝐵𝑎𝑦𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑑]

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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴊᴇʀʀʏ ʙᴀʏɴᴀʀᴅ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ғʟᴜғғ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪsᴄʜɪᴇᴠᴏᴜs ᴀᴜsᴛʀᴀʟɪᴀɴ sʜᴇᴘʜᴇʀᴅ, ʀᴏsɪᴇ, ʀᴜɴs ᴏғғ ᴛᴏ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ɢᴀʙʟᴇs, ʏᴏᴜ ғɪɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴇxᴘᴇʀᴛʟʏ ʜᴇʀᴅɪɴɢ ᴄᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴɢsɪᴅᴇ ᴊᴇʀʀʏ ʙᴀʏɴᴀʀᴅ. ᴇᴍʙᴀʀʀᴀssᴇᴅ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴢᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴊᴇʀʀʏ ɪɴsɪsᴛs sʜᴇ’s ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜᴀʀᴍ. ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅɪsᴍᴀʏ, ʀᴏsɪᴇ ʀᴇғᴜsᴇs ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʜɪs sɪᴅᴇ, ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛɪɴɢ ᴊᴇʀʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴏғғᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏᴍᴇ. ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ, ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ɪғ ʀᴏsɪᴇ’s sᴛᴜʙʙᴏʀɴɴᴇss ᴡᴀs ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏғ ʙʀɪɴɢɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴇʀʀʏ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ.

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The morning air was crisp as you stepped out onto the porch, stretching as the golden light of dawn bathed the fields. The gentle rustling of leaves and the distant lowing of cattle made for a peaceful scene—at least until you realized something was missing.

“Rosie?” You glanced around, expecting to see the fluffy coat of your Australian Shepherd bounding up to you for her usual morning greeting. Instead, the yard was empty.

You sighed, hands on your hips. “Not again.”

Rosie had a habit of running off, her energetic spirit always leading her toward adventure. But this time, she’d gotten past the fence entirely. Your heart quickened as you hurried toward the gate, scanning the open field. That’s when you spotted them—her tiny paw prints in the dirt, heading toward Green Gables.

“Oh, Rosie,” you muttered, hitching up your skirt before breaking into a light run down the worn path that connected your farm to the Cuthberts’ land.

By the time you reached the familiar white farmhouse, your breath was coming faster. Rounding the corner, you stopped abruptly at the sight before you.

There, in the middle of the pasture, was Jerry Baynard—his sleeves rolled up, hands out as he tried to corral a group of cattle. And in front of him, herding with impressive precision, was Rosie.

Your mouth parted in disbelief. She was darting between the cows, barking just enough to guide them but never startle them. With a swift turn, she directed a particularly stubborn one back into line, her tail wagging in satisfaction.

Jerry, on the other hand, looked caught between amusement and admiration. He glanced up and caught your eye, a slow grin spreading across his face.

“Well, I’ll be,” he called over the fence. “Didn’t know you had a cattle dog.”

“She’s not,” you huffed, still catching your breath. “She’s supposed to be a farm dog. And she’s supposed to stay home.”

Jerry laughed, wiping his brow. “Well, seems like she had other ideas. I was about to start wranglin’ them myself when she just ran up and took over.” He shook his head in disbelief. “Smart girl.”

You approached, crossing your arms. “Rosie, come here,” you called, but your dog simply sat down at Jerry’s feet, gazing up at him like she’d just found her new best friend.

Jerry reached down, scratching behind her ears. “Looks like she’s picked her favorite.”

You let out an exasperated sigh, though you couldn’t help but smile. “I swear, she’s never done this before.”

Jerry shrugged. “Can’t blame her. She’s got good taste.” He shot you a teasing look, which sent warmth creeping up your neck.

Shaking your head, you took a step forward. Your face semi red. “Well, I’m sorry for the trouble, Jerry. I’ll get her out of your way.”

“Trouble?” Jerry echoed, standing up straight. “She’s been the best help I’ve had all week.”

Rosie’s tail thumped happily against his boot, further cementing her decision. You groaned. “Rosie, come on. We’re going home.”

But Rosie didn’t budge. Instead, she nestled closer to Jerry’s leg, as if she had no intention of going anywhere.

Jerry chuckled. “I think she’s decided she lives here now.”

You sighed, rubbing your forehead. “Great. Now I have to fight my own dog for loyalty.”

Jerry smirked. “Well, if it helps, I could walk you home. Maybe that’ll convince her to follow.”

Your breath hitched slightly. It wasn’t uncommon for Jerry to be kind, but there was something about the way he offered—like he genuinely wanted to, not just out of obligation.

“I—” You hesitated, then gave in with a small laugh. “Alright. But if Rosie doesn’t budge, I might be back here tomorrow looking for her.”

“Wouldn’t mind that,” Jerry admitted with a lopsided grin. "I like seeing your pretty face. You should come by everyday." He flirted.

Your heart did a small, unexpected flip.

As the three of you started down the dirt road, Rosie trotting happily between you, you couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t just about her running off anymore. Maybe she knew something you didn’t yet.

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ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ, ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ, ᴘᴀʀᴛ ғᴏᴜʀ, ᴘᴀʀᴛ ғɪᴠᴇ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ! sᴇɴsᴇɪ ᴡᴏʟғ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: xɪᴀᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴇ, ᴜɴʟᴏᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʀᴜɴ—ʙᴜᴛ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ sᴘʀɪɴᴛ ғᴏʀ ғʀᴇᴇᴅᴏᴍ, ʜᴇ sᴏғᴛʟʏ sᴀʏs, "ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ." ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀs ᴀ ᴄᴏɴᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ʀᴇsᴘᴏɴsᴇ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴄᴏʟʟᴀᴘsɪɴɢ ɪɴ ғᴇᴀʀ ᴀs ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇs ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴘᴜɴɪsʜᴍᴇɴᴛs ғʟᴏᴏᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ, ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇʟᴘʟᴇss ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴏᴏʀ. ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴇʟs ʙᴇsɪᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, sᴛʀᴏᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɪʀ, ʜᴇ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ᴅᴇɴʏ—ʏᴏᴜ’ʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʙᴇ ʜɪs.

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You were losing yourself.

Days blurred into weeks. Every act of defiance was met with punishment. Every punishment was followed by gentleness. It was always the same cycle—pain, deprivation, and then the suffocating warmth of his touch, his voice, his sickening love.

And worst of all? You didn’t know how much fight you had left.

Xiao had made sure of that.

He was breaking you bit by bit.

He sat beside you, fingers ghosting over the bruises on your wrists. The iron collar around your neck was a constant reminder of how much power he had over you, of how little control you had left.

"You look tired, darling," he murmured.

That word. Darling.

You tensed, muscles locking up as a chill ran down your spine. You hated it. You feared it. Every time he said it, something in you recoiled, memories of his hands, his punishments, his love crashing over you in suffocating waves. The way he would finish inside you even when you begged him not to.

But you refused to give him the satisfaction of a response.

Xiao chuckled, amused by your silence. “You know,” he continued, “I think it’s time we tried something different.”

You turned your head slightly, just enough to glare at him through exhausted, narrowed eyes.

His smirk widened.

“I’m going to let you go.”

Your breath caught. What?

He stood, pulling a key from his pocket and unlocking the collar around your throat. It clicked open, the weight vanishing as he pulled it away. Your skin was raw beneath it, bruised from days of wear, but you barely felt the relief.

Xiao grabbed your arm, pulling you up with unsettling ease. Your legs were weak from days of barely moving, but he steadied you with an iron grip, leading you toward the door.

The front door.

Your pulse pounded. Was this a trick?

Xiao unlocked it, the soft click echoing in the quiet room. He pushed it open, revealing the night air outside. The scent of rain filled your lungs. The world beyond his grasp—it was right there.

You didn’t move.

Xiao tilted his head. "Go on. I’m giving you a chance to leave."

Your heart slammed against your ribs. You searched his face, looking for the trap, the cruel game you knew he was playing.

But the door was open. Open.

You could run. You could escape.

So you did.

You pushed past him, feet stumbling against the threshold. The cold air hit your skin like a slap, your body screaming at you to move faster. You had barely taken three steps when his voice rang out behind you—soft, tender, almost loving.

"I love you, darling."

The world tilted.

Your breath hitched, your vision swimming as a cold dread coiled around your spine. Your legs buckled, a sharp tremor ripping through your body. You gasped as your knees slammed into the floor, your entire being frozen in place.

No—no, what’s happening?

Your chest tightened, a suffocating wave of memories crashing over you. The punishments. The nights spent trembling in his arms. His hands tracing over bruised skin, whispering the same sickening word over and over again.

"Darling."

Your breaths came in ragged gasps. Your fingers clawed at the floor as you willed your legs to move. Get up. Get up.

But you couldn’t.

Tears burned at your eyes. Your body refused to obey. Your mind screamed at you to run, but your muscles were locked, paralyzed under the weight of something deeply wrong.

Xiao sighed behind you. Slow, deliberate footsteps echoed in the silence, drawing closer. You flinched as his boots came into view, his presence suffocating even without touch.

“How pathetic,” he murmured, crouching beside you. He reached out, stroking your hair in mock sympathy. “Did you really think I’d let you go so easily?”

You couldn’t breathe.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear.

“You poor thing,” he whispered. “You’re mine. You always will be.”

A broken sob escaped your lips.

Because deep down, in the shattered remnants of your mind—you knew he was right.

"What... What did you do to me?" You sobbed out.

"Classical conditioning." He smiled, engulfing your sweet scent.

"Doesn't matter though... You're mine." He chuckled lowly, almost psychotic.

"Forever."

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I wanna write for Anne with an e... Thing is... Is the fandom still alive?

Like will people read it?

CALLING ALL AWAE FANS

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Bro the new chapter of Yandere Xiao(Sensei wolf) was crazyyy yet so good!

To be honest I was like a little scared of the smut part but you did it perfectly!

Keep up the good work!

Thank you so so much for your kind words!! I even read all the other messages you send and they really make my day♡

Honestly, I was so scared to write the smut part in the fic because I didn't know if people would like it or not😭 but thank you so much for all the love! ♡‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

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𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 [𝐹. 𝑋𝑖𝑎𝑜]

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ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ, ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ, ᴘᴀʀᴛ ғᴏᴜʀ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ! sᴇɴsᴇɪ ᴡᴏʟғ/ғᴇɴɢ xɪᴀᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ, sᴍᴜᴛ! (ɴᴏɴ ᴄᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴ)

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ xɪᴀᴏ’s ʙᴀsᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴅᴜʀᴇ ʀᴇʟᴇɴᴛʟᴇsᴇ ᴘᴜɴɪsʜᴍᴇɴᴛs ᴅᴇsɪɢɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ʏᴏᴜ—ᴅᴀʏs ᴏғ ɪsᴏʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, sᴛᴀʀᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴏғ ʜɪs ʙʟᴀᴅᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴋɪɴ. ᴀs ʜᴇ sʜɪғᴛs ʙᴇᴛ���ᴇᴇɴ ᴄʀᴜᴇʟ ᴅɪsᴄɪᴘʟɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴsᴇᴛᴛʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴇɴᴅᴇʀɴᴇss, ʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴍᴀɴᴅs ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ʙʏ ʜɪs ʀᴇᴀʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴏʀ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ, ғᴏʀᴄɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴғʀᴏɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇʀʀɪғʏɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇsɪsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ɪs sʟɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ.

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You didn’t know how long you’d been in this place. The days were long and the nights were short.

Time had lost all meaning—there were no windows, no clocks, nothing to tether you to reality. Nothing to keep you sane. The only rhythm that dictated your life was the slow creak of the basement door opening, the soft click of his shoes against the floor, and the measured inhale before he spoke.

"You still haven't learned, have you?" His voice rasp.

You had sworn to yourself that you would never give in, that no matter how much Xiao tried to break you, you would fight. But how long could a person last when their world had been reduced to a single, inescapable presence? He was the only person who kept you sane. The only human contact you had. It was sickening.

Xiao was losing patience. With every day passing, he just wanted you to break. For you to fall into his trap.

“You’re being difficult again.”

His voice was calm—always calm. Even when you defied him, even when you spat venom at his face, he rarely raised his voice. Instead, he let the silence stretch between you, forcing you to stew in his presence until the weight of it made your skin crawl.

You glared at him, kneeling on the cold stone floor, wrists bound tightly behind your back. Your body ached from the last time he had “taught” you obedience, bruises littering your skin like dark stains of his ownership.

Before Xiao, and everything, you were a virgin. But now... You weren't. He loved seeing you cry as you struggled to take him... He found it cute. The way you'd try to push him off you as his hands cropped and his lips kissed your skin. You were disgusted by him.

You hated him.

“I’d rather die than be yours.”

A sigh. A disappointed sigh.

“You keep saying that,” Xiao mused, crouching before you, tilting his head as if you were an amusing little puzzle he was determined to solve. His gloved fingers trailed over your jaw, deceptively gentle. “And yet, you’re still here.”

You clenched your teeth. “I didn’t choose this.”

“But you will, Darling.”

There it was. That word. That word... From hell! Everytime he claimed your body he always used darling, and it sent shivers down your spine. He would whisper it in your ear when he reached his high and kiss your neck. That word alone made you freeze.

Before you could react, his hand struck your face. The force sent your head snapping to the side, white-hot pain blooming across your cheek. You sucked in a sharp breath but refused to let a sound escape.

Silence.

No, you couldn't break now.

Then, his fingers returned, brushing over your bruised skin with a ghost of tenderness.

“That’s better,” Xiao murmured, tilting your chin up. His eyes gleamed in the dim light, studying your face like a sculptor admiring his unfinished work. “It’s such a shame. You’re so beautiful when you stop fighting me.”

Your stomach churned from disgust and hatred. “Go to hell.”

Xiao chuckled. “Darling, I’d drag you with me.”

The punishments were getting worse.

At first, he had simply controlled you—tying you down when you struggled, leaving you alone in darkness until your own mind became your worst enemy. But now… now he was carving himself into you, piece by piece, until the idea of defying him became as foreign as freedom itself.

Some days, he left you locked in absolute silence, deprived of food, water, or even the sound of his voice. He wanted you to miss him. He wanted you to dread his absence just as much as you dreaded his presence.

Other nights, he was different.

Other nights, he came to you with a knife.

Not to kill you—no, never that. But to remind you how fragile you were, and maybe hurt you.

He would press the cold blade against your skin, watching as goosebumps rose in its wake.

Some days he grabbed the knife and physically carved his name into your skin. Property of Feng Xiao.

"Stop resisting," he murmured against your ear.

And then there were the nights when he was gentle.

When he cleaned your wounds with careful precision. When he brushed his fingers through your hair as you trembled in his lap. When he whispered to you in the dark, pressing his lips against your temple.

"I don’t want to hurt you." His voice was almost tender. "But I will if it means keeping you."

The worst part?

A part of you was starting to believe him.

That night, You woke up on the cold floor of the basement.

The room was dimly lit, candles flickering along the walls. The soft scent of incense curled in the air—lavender, you realized.

Your body was sore, exhaustion clinging to your limbs like a second skin. You weren’t sure how long it had been since you last slept properly, but the moment you shifted, a warm hand pressed against your side.

Your breath hitched.

Xiao sat beside you, watching.

“I was starting to worry,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You’ve been so quiet lately.”

You turned your head away from him.

He sighed. “Still so stubborn.”

You flinched when his fingers traced down your arm, over the bruises he had left.

“You should call me by my name,” Xiao murmured. His voice was barely above a whisper, like a secret meant only for you. “Not ‘wolf.’ I don’t want to be your coworker.” His lips brushed against your ear. “I want to be your lover.”

Your stomach twisted.

“No,” you whispered.

Xiao smiled, pressing a soft kiss against your jaw. “You will.”

He pressed another to your throat, lingering against the pulse point. You couldn’t stop the way your heart pounded, and he noticed.

“You’re trembling,” he observed, amused.

You clenched your teeth. “Because I hate you.”

He let out a quiet laugh, his hands ghosting over your sides. “Hate is a passionate thing, darling. Passion is just another form of devotion.”

Your breathing hitched when his hands slid lower, nails dragging over the bruises he had left. You were so tired, so helpless, and he knew it.

"You’ll break soon," Xiao murmured, lips trailing over your skin. "And when you do, you’ll realize it’s always been easier to belong to me."

Tears burned at your eyes, but you refused to let them fall.

You weren’t broken.

Not yet.

But as his hands tightened around your waist, as his lips brushed against your temple with disturbing tenderness, you realized something terrifying.

You were running out of ways to resist. If you did, you would get hurt.

His lips made his way down to your jaw, then your neck. His calloused fingers went under your shirt, caressing your soft skin.

You wanted to push him away, you really did. But it was pointless. It was this... Or another name carving.

"You're so beautiful..." He whispered against your collarbone, his hands traveling to throw your shirt off your limp body. Tears pricked at your eyes, and Xiao noticed. But he ignored it. You would have to get used to the love making. You had to. You had no choice.

Your shirt was tossed and Xiao lifted you onto the bed nearby. In the basement, Xiao installed a bed for you to sleep on and... For other activities.

He unclipped your bra in a second, and now you were in plain view for him. He didn't say a word before he dove into your chest, marking your breasts and leaving dark hickeys near your nipples. You closed your eyes, hoping it would be over soon.

He kneaded your skin as he bit and sucked all over your torso. A moment later he took his own shirt off and in an instant, both of you were fully undressed.

"Look at me." He growled after seeing your closed eyes. You turned away, feeling sick to your stomach.

A harsh smack went across your face making you gasp and touch you red cheek. You snapped your neck to look at him, tears threatening to spill.

"I said, fucking look. Didn't I?" He stated, his eyes staring deep into yours. It was a rhetorical question and all you could do was stare at him in utter fear.

"I-Im sorry..." You stuttered. His hands wrapped around your neck as he slammed into you. He was rough and cruel, not giving you any time to adjust.

He thrusted into you like a dog in heat, whimpering and moaning into your ear. "God, so fucking tight... Huh baby?" He whimpered out.

You couldn't make out any words, your jaw only dropped at the rough thrusting. You hated your body for betraying you. You were wet for him and worst of all... You were so close to cumming.

His tip hit your soft walls that had you clenching around him. He groaned, thrusting faster almost begging for your cum. "Shit baby, you're sucking me in..." With his movements and dirty words, you let out moans. Which was exactly what he wanted.

"Cmon, you know you wanna cum, hm?" He hummed.

You whined, pushing you hands to his chest as you bucked your hips into him. He chuckled darkly, making his thrusts sharper. "Yeah baby? Like that spot?"

He released one hand from your neck, bringing it down and rubbing your sensitive bud. And that... Was the end of it for you.

You screamed out of pain and pleasure combined, some tears spilling. You arched off the bed, clenching and cumming around Xiao's erection.

He moaned into your neck, thrusting a few more times and cumming inside your sweet cunt.

As he came... He said the words.

"I love you, darling."

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okay so i had a really good request idea for kwon, so its during the time period of the sekai taikai but its later in the night, reader got hurt pretty badly during one of her fights but still managed to win, she limps when she walks and can hardly defend herself at the moment due to her injury, and she like gets surrounded by 3 other people from another team of the guy she won against, their mad she won so they try to fight her, a 1v3, and kwon comes up and beats them, just defending reader and making sure he scares them away before checking on reader to make sure shes okay

IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG 😓

A/n: Hi!! I'm so sorry it took me so long to do this but I hope this fiction makes up for it ♡

𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒...𝐼 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢[𝐾. 𝐽𝑎𝑒𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑔]

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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴋᴡᴏɴ ᴊᴀᴇsᴜɴɢ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ғʟᴜғғ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴡɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴀ ғɪɢʜᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴛᴇʟ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ. ᴛʜᴇ ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ғɪɢʜᴛ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴜᴛ ᴋᴡᴏɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇsᴄᴜᴇ.

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The night air was thick with tension, the dimly lit corridors of the Sekai Taikai training grounds eerily quiet now that most competitors had gone back to their rooms. You should have too.

But walking back alone was already hard enough when every step sent a sharp, agonizing pain through your leg. You had barely managed to win your last fight, taking a brutal hit in the process. It was worth it—but now, you were paying the price.

A limp. A bruised body. Weak defenses.

And then, just your luck, trouble found you.

Three fighters from another team stepped into your path, their leader being the teammate of the guy you had just beaten. You recognized them instantly—loud, arrogant, and clearly still bitter about their loss.

“You must think you’re something special, huh?” one of them sneered, stepping forward. “Winning that fight when you could barely stand?”

You clenched your jaw, trying to stay calm, but your pulse quickened. They knew. They knew you were weak right now.

“I won because I was better,” you shot back, voice steady despite the exhaustion weighing you down.

The leader let out a dark chuckle. “Better? You just got lucky. And we don’t like lucky people.”

The other two shifted, closing in, and your body tensed instinctively. Three against one. In your current condition, you wouldn’t last long. You needed a way out, but before you could even move—

A sharp thud.

One of them was suddenly on the ground, groaning in pain. The others barely had time to react before another figure moved between you and them, fast and precise.

Kwon.

He didn’t hesitate.

He caught the second guy’s arm mid-swing and twisted, forcing him to his knees with a pained grunt. A brutal kick sent him sprawling to the floor. The third fighter tried to land a hit—Kwon sidestepped effortlessly, grabbing the front of his gi and slamming him against the wall.

The guy gasped, eyes wide with fear. Kwon leaned in, his voice deadly calm. “Touch her again, and you won’t be getting up next time.”

The threat lingered, heavy and real. The three fighters scrambled to their feet and ran, not daring to look back.

Silence settled.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, your body sagging slightly against the wall. Kwon turned, his usual sharp demeanor softening when his eyes landed on you.

“You’re hurt,” he muttered, stepping closer.

“I’m fine,” you tried to brush it off, but the moment you shifted your weight, pain shot up your leg. You sucked in a breath, biting back a wince.

Kwon frowned. Without a word, he moved in, one strong arm wrapping around your waist to steady you. The sudden warmth of his touch sent your heart into overdrive.

"You could barely stand," he said, his voice quieter now.

You exhaled, knowing there was no point in arguing. Instead, a different question burned in your mind. You glanced up at him, hesitating before asking, "Why did you help me?"

Kwon stiffened slightly, his jaw tightening. He looked at you for a long moment, something unreadable in his dark eyes. Then, with a quiet sigh, he raised a hand, brushing his thumb lightly over a small cut on your cheek.

"Because I care about you," he admitted. His voice, always so controlled, was softer now. "Because I—" He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "I couldn’t just stand there and let them hurt you."

Your breath caught in your throat.

"You—"

"Yeah," Kwon cut in, as if already knowing what you were about to ask. "I like you. More than I should." His fingers lingered against your skin, his gaze intense. "And if that means fighting whoever tries to hurt you, then so be it."

The words sent a shiver down your spine. His confession, raw and unfiltered, made the pain in your body feel like a distant memory.

Kwon liked you.

And with the way he was looking at you right now, you knew—he wasn’t going to let anyone take you away from him.

[extinctlesspains]

The more I read my requests... The more I see that you guys are just horny 😭

It's not a bad thing but holy shit... You guys are H-O-R-N-Y 👀

[extinctlesspains]

𝑊𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 [𝐹. 𝑋𝑖𝑎𝑜]

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ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: ɴᴏ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: sᴇɴsᴇɪ ᴡᴏʟғ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ!

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ᴀɴɢsᴛ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: sᴇɴsᴇɪ ᴡᴏʟғ's ᴜɴᴡᴀᴠᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴅɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴀʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀsʜᴀᴅᴏᴡᴇᴅ ʜɪs ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ, ʟᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴘᴀɪɴғᴜʟ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋᴜᴘ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴜɴᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴀʀ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴ ᴀ ᴅɪsᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴏʙsᴇʀᴠᴇʀ ᴏ�� ʜɪs ᴘᴀssɪᴏɴ.

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The scent of rosin and sweat clung to the air, a familiar comfort that had once been a shared passion. Now, it was a suffocating reminder of what you’d lost. Xiao’s movements were sharp, precise, each strike a testament to his unwavering dedication. You watched from the edge of the dojo, the familiar ache in your chest deepening with every perfectly executed kata. The rhythm of his training, once a source of admiration, now echoed the rhythm of a heartbeat growing distant.

He finished, the final kiai ripping through the silence, and turned to you. The sweat glistening on his brow reflected the harsh overhead lights, highlighting the lines of concentration etched into his face. “How was that?” he asked, his voice slightly breathless.

“Perfect,” you managed, the word tasting like ash. “As always.”

He nodded, a brief, almost absent acknowledgment. “I’m preparing for the match. It’s… demanding.”

“I know,” you repeated, the words a worn-out refrain. “You’ve been… demanding of yourself.”

He paused, a flicker of something—perhaps guilt, perhaps a fleeting recognition of your pain—crossing his features. “It’s important to me. You understand that, don’t you?”

“I understand that karate is important,” you said, your voice low and trembling. “What I don’t understand is why it has to be more important than us. Than… than everything.”

He stepped closer, his gaze searching yours. “It’s not… it’s not meant to be.”

“But it is,” you insisted, the raw emotion bubbling up, threatening to spill over. “You’re always here, Xiao. Always training. Always pushing yourself. And I’m… I’m always waiting. Waiting for a moment, a sliver of your attention that never seems to come.”

The silence that followed was heavy, thick with unspoken words and broken promises.Xiao’s eyes, usually so warm and inviting, were now clouded with a distant resolve, a reflection of the unwavering focus that had become his defining trait. “Karate… it’s a part of me,” he said, his voice quiet. “It’s always been a part of me. It's how I define myself.”

“And where do I fit into that part?” you asked, the tears welling up, blurring your vision. “Where do we fit into that part? Because lately, it feels like there’s no room.”

He hesitated, his gaze dropping to the worn wooden floor. “I didn’t mean for it to be like this. I didn’t mean to push you away.”

“But you did,” you whispered, the truth cutting through the layers of denial. “And I can’t… I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep watching you disappear into something that has nothing to do with me.”

He reached for your hand, his touch hesitant, almost pleading. “Don’t say that. We can work this out. We can find a balance.”

“How?” you asked, pulling your hand away, the touch now feeling like a brand. “By you spending even more time in this dojo? By me watching you become a stranger, a distant figure in a gi? I can't live on the sidelines of your life, Xiao.”

“Then… then let’s be friends,” he said, his voice laced with a desperate hope, a plea for something, anything, to salvage from the wreckage. “We can still be in each other’s lives. We can still…”

You shook your head, the tears finally spilling over, hot and stinging. “No. I can’t. I can’t watch you from the sidelines, pretending everything’s okay when it’s not. I can’t see you, knowing what we’ve lost, knowing what we could have been. It would hurt too much. Every smile, every shared glance, would be a reminder of what’s gone.”

His face fell, the realization dawning on him, a slow, painful understanding. “I… I didn’t think… I didn’t realize…”

“I know,” you whispered, your voice choked with emotion. “That’s the problem. You didn’t realize. You were so focused on your own path that you forgot about the one we were supposed to be walking together.”

You turned away, the sound of your footsteps echoing in the empty dojo, a stark contrast to the silence he left behind. You didn’t look back. You couldn’t bear to see the pain in his eyes, the regret that had come too late.

The world outside was a blur of colors and sounds, but all you could feel was the hollow ache in your chest, the emptiness that had settled in its place. You knew you’d made the right decision, a painful but necessary choice. Xiao’s dedication to karate had become his obsession, his downfall, and in the process, he had lost you. He had chosen the dojo, and you had chosen yourself. The silence left behind was deafening, a testament to the love that had been sacrificed on the altar of ambition. And as you walked away, you knew that the friendship he offered was a bridge too far, a path you couldn’t bear to cross.

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ᗪᗩTIᑎᘜ ՏᗴᑎՏᗴI ᗯOᒪᖴ ᕼᗴᗩᗪᑕᗩᑎOᑎՏ

- ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs sғᴡ, ɴsғᴡ, ᴀɴᴅ ǫᴜᴏᴛᴇs -

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- sғᴡ, ɴsғᴡ, ᴀɴᴅ ǫᴜᴏᴛᴇs

- ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ғᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

- ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ sᴇɴsᴇɪ ᴡᴏʟғ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ.

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sғᴡ

- ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴇxᴛᴇʀɪᴏʀ, sᴏғᴛ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ: ᴡᴏʟғ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇғɪɴɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴛᴏᴜɢʜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ, ʜᴇ’s ᴄᴏʟᴅ, sᴛʀɪᴄᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴᴡᴀᴠᴇʀɪɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ? ʜɪs ᴡᴀʟʟs ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ. ʜᴇ’s sᴛɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀʟʏ ᴀғғᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀᴛᴇ ɪɴ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ, ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴏʀs, ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀʀᴇ, sᴏғᴛᴇʀ sɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ʜɪᴍ.

- ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴠᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟʟɪɴɢ: ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɢᴜʏs ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴ’ᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴀ ғɪɢʜᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ɪᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜɪs ʙᴏᴅʏ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ sʜɪғᴛs—ᴊᴀᴡ ᴄʟᴇɴᴄʜᴇᴅ, ᴀʀᴍs ᴄʀᴏssᴇᴅ, sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪғ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴅɪsʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛs ʏᴏᴜ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ? ᴡᴏʟғ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀɴᴅʟᴇ ɪᴛ, ɴᴏ ʜᴇsɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

- ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʏᴘᴇ: ʜᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴍᴀᴋᴇs sᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ sᴀғᴇ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ, ʜᴇ’ʟʟ ᴅᴏᴜʙʟᴇ-ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏᴏʀ, ᴡᴀʟᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴀʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴsɪsᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ɪғ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs. ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɪɴᴠᴏʟᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴋᴀʀᴀᴛᴇ, ʜᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪɴs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ sᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ.

- ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴏғ ғᴇᴡ ᴡᴏʀᴅs (ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ): ᴡᴏʟғ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ ʀᴀᴍʙʟᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪs ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇs sᴀʏ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ sᴡᴇᴇᴛ, ɪᴛ ʜɪᴛs. sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ʟɪᴋᴇ “ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ” ᴏʀ “ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ” ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ sᴀʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ.

- ᴀᴄᴛs ᴏғ sᴇʀᴠɪᴄᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀᴅs: ʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴ’ᴛ ɢᴜsʜ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪs ʟᴏᴠᴇ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ’ʟʟ sʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀʏs—ғɪxɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏғғᴇᴇ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ, ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʜɪs ᴄʜᴇsᴛ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴅᴀʏ. ɪᴛ’s ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇs ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴇɴᴅs ʜᴇ’s ɴᴏᴛ.

- ᴀʀɢᴜᴍᴇɴᴛs ɢᴇᴛ ʜᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ: ʜᴇ ʜᴀs ᴀ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ sᴏ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴡᴏ ғɪɢʜᴛ, ɪᴛ’s ɪɴᴛᴇɴsᴇ—sᴛᴜʙʙᴏʀɴ ɢʟᴀʀᴇs, sʜᴀʀᴘ ᴡᴏʀᴅs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇɴsɪᴏɴ sᴏ ᴛʜɪᴄᴋ ɪᴛ’s sᴜғғᴏᴄᴀᴛɪɴɢ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴄᴏᴏʟ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ᴡᴏʟғ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ғɪɴᴅs ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ғᴏʀ ɪᴛ. ᴀ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ, ʀᴀsᴘʏ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢʏ. ᴀ ʟɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ. ᴀ ʀᴀʀᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢғᴜʟ “ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ.”

- sᴏғᴛ ɪɴ ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ: ɪɴ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ, ʜᴇ’s ᴀʟʟ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss. ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ’s ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ? ʜᴇ ʟᴇᴛs ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ʀᴇʟᴀx. ʜᴇ’ʟʟ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sɪᴛ ᴏɴ ʜɪs ʟᴀᴘ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀɴs ʙᴀᴄᴋ, ᴀʀᴍs ʟᴀᴢɪʟʏ ᴡʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ʜɪs ɴᴏsᴇ ʙʀᴜsʜɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴇ. ɪᴛ’s ʜɪs ᴡᴀʏ ᴏғ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ—ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ʜɪs ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴏs.

- ʟᴏʏᴀʟ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀᴇ: ɪғ ᴡᴏʟғ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇs ʏᴏᴜ, ʜᴇ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇs ʏᴏᴜ. ɴᴏ ɢᴀᴍᴇs, ɴᴏ ʜᴇsɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇ’s ɪɴ, ʜᴇ’s ᴀʟʟ ɪɴ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ʜᴇ sᴛʀᴜɢɢʟᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘʀᴇss ɪᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs, ʜᴇ’s ʏᴏᴜʀs, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ’ʟʟ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜ.

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- ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴀᴍɴ sᴍɪʀᴋ: ᴡᴏʟғ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ’s ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʟᴏᴡ, ᴄᴏᴄᴋʏ sᴍɪʀᴋ, ᴇʏᴇs ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀᴍᴜsᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ. ʜᴇ’ʟʟ ʟᴇᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ, ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴅʀᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ʟᴏᴡ ʀᴀsᴘ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴍᴜʀᴍᴜʀs, “ʏᴏᴜ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ’ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ.” ʜᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏs ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴀᴍᴇ sᴍɪʀᴋ ᴀs ʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇs sᴏғᴛ ʟɪᴄᴋs ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏʀᴇ.

- ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ɢᴇᴛs… ɪɴᴛᴇɴsᴇ: sᴘᴀʀʀɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡᴏʟғ ɪs ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇɴsɪᴏɴ? ᴜɴʙᴇᴀʀᴀʙʟᴇ. ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴏʀᴍ—ʜᴇ sᴛᴀɴᴅs ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ʜɪs ʜᴀɴᴅs ғɪʀᴍʟʏ ɢᴜɪᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀs, ʜɪs ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ʜᴏᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴀʀ. ʜɪs ʙᴏɴᴇʀ ɢʀᴀᴢɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀss ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴠᴇs. ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴘɪɴɴᴇᴅ ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ᴛᴀᴋᴇᴅᴏᴡɴ? ʜɪs ʟɪᴘs ᴛᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ sᴍɪʀᴋ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴍᴜʀᴍᴜʀs, “ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴛᴀᴘ ᴏᴜᴛ, ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴍᴇ?” ɪᴛ's ɪɴsᴀɴᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴜʀɴs ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴏ̨ᴜɪᴄᴋ ғᴜᴄᴋ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛs ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴇ.

- ᴛᴇᴀsɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ, ᴘᴀʏʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ: ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ғʟᴜsᴛᴇʀ ʜɪᴍ ɪɴ ғʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs—ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ʙʀᴜsʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғɪɴɢᴇʀs ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ʜɪs ᴄʀᴏᴛᴄʜ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ sʟᴏᴡʟʏ ᴏʀ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ’s ɴᴏᴛ sᴏ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ—ʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴ’ᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ. ʙᴜᴛ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ? ᴏʜ, ʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴀʏ ғᴏʀ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ's ᴘɪssᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs. ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴘʀᴇssᴇᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟ, ʜɪs ʟɪᴘs ʙᴀʀᴇʟʏ ɢʜᴏsᴛɪɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴀs ʜᴇ ʀᴀsᴘs, “ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴘʟᴀʏ ɢᴀᴍᴇs, sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ? ʟᴇᴛ’s sᴇᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴀɴʏ sǫᴜɪʀᴛs ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ.”

- ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴄᴇ: ᴡᴏʟғ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀsᴋ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢs—ʜᴇ ᴛᴇʟʟs ʏᴏᴜ. ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ɪᴛ’s ᴀ sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ “ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ” ᴏʀ ᴀ ғɪʀᴍ “sᴛᴀʏ sᴛɪʟʟ” ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ’s ᴛᴇᴀsɪɴɢ, ʜɪs ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ɪs ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ sᴇɴᴅ sʜɪᴠᴇʀs ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴘɪɴᴇ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋs ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ? ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ’s ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛᴇɴ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʏs ᴛᴏ ʀᴜɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ."sᴛᴏᴘ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴍᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ɪ'ʟʟ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴғɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ." ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴀʀ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀss ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴄᴏᴄᴋ.

- ᴛᴇɴsɪᴏɴ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀʀɢᴜᴍᴇɴᴛs: ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏʟғ ғɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴀʀᴅ—sʜᴀʀᴘ ᴡᴏʀᴅs, sᴛᴏʀᴍʏ ɢʟᴀʀᴇs, ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴅᴀᴍɴ sᴛᴜʙʙᴏʀɴ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ sɪᴍᴍᴇʀs ᴅᴏᴡɴ? ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴇɴsɪᴏɴ ʟɪɴɢᴇʀs. ʜᴇ’ʟʟ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ʜɪs ᴇʏᴇs ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴀs ʜᴇ ɢʀɪᴛs ᴏᴜᴛ, “ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴍᴀʀᴛ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀs?” ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴄʀᴀsʜɪɴɢ ʜɪs ʟɪᴘs ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀs, ᴀʟʟ ʜᴇᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇsᴘᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴘᴜsʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴋɴᴇᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʀᴀᴛᴛʏ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ғᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ.

- ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴀɴᴅs, ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ: ʜɪs ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟᴏᴜsᴇᴅ, ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ғʀᴏᴍ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏғ ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʀᴇ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ? ʜɪs ᴅᴇʟɪʙᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ. ғɪɴɢᴇʀs ᴛʀᴀᴄɪɴɢ sʟᴏᴡ, ʟᴀᴢʏ ᴘᴀᴛᴛᴇʀɴs ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜɪɢʜ, ɢʀɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀɪsᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sʜɪᴠᴇʀ, ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴜssʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ sᴛᴀʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴍᴀɴ. “ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ sᴏ ᴅᴀᴍɴ sᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʙᴀʙʏ,” ʜᴇ ᴍᴜᴛᴛᴇʀs ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴍɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʟᴏsɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴇʏᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ʜɪs ᴍᴇᴀʟ.

- ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʙᴀʀᴇʟʏ: ᴡᴏʟғ ʟɪᴋᴇs ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ? ɪᴛ’s ᴀ ᴄᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴛ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ. sᴏᴍᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛs, ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪs ᴛɪᴍᴇ, sᴀᴠᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ—ʙᴜᴛ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɴɪɢʜᴛs? ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴇᴀsᴇ ʜɪᴍ, ʜᴇ’s ɢᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪɴɴᴇᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴀʀᴇsᴛ sᴜʀғᴀᴄᴇ, ʜɪs ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ʜᴜsᴋʏ ᴀs ʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴡʟs, “ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ?” ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ sᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡʜᴏ’s ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀɢᴇ ʙʏ ᴘᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʀᴜɪsɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʟʟs.

ǫᴜᴏᴛᴇs

- “ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴅᴏ sᴏғᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ… ɪ’ʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀɴ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ.”

- “ᴛᴄʜ. ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴ, ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ?” (sʜᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ’s sᴍɪʀᴋɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʜᴇ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛʟʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇs ɪᴛ.)

- “sᴛᴀʏ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ. ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ, ᴊᴜsᴛ… ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ.”

- “ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ sᴀʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ. ɪғ ɪ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜ.”

- “ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪs, ʏ’ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ?” (ɢʀᴜᴍʙʟᴇs ʙᴜᴛ ʟᴇᴛs ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇss ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ʜᴀɪʀ ᴏʀ sᴛᴇᴀʟ ʜɪs ᴊᴀᴄᴋᴇᴛ.)

- “ᴛᴄʜ. ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.” (ʜᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ’ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛ ɪᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴀsɪʟʏ.)

- “ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴅ. ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴀʟʟ ᴀsʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ɪ’ᴍ ᴄᴀʀʀʏɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ. ɴᴏ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ’s ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛ, ɪᴛ’s ᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇ.”

- “ɪғ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇssᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ. ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴅᴀᴍɴ ᴅᴏᴊᴏ.”

- “ᴡʜᴀᴛ?” (ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ʜɪᴍ sᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴍɪʀᴋs ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ.)

- “ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴛᴇsᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ, ʜᴜʜ?” (ᴀ ʟᴏᴡ ᴄʜᴜᴄᴋʟᴇ ᴀs ʜᴇ sᴛᴇᴘs ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ.)

- “ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, ᴡᴇ’ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ.”

- “ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ? ᴄᴜᴛᴇ. ᴛʀʏ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.” (ᴇʏᴇs ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀᴍᴜsᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ, ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ʟᴏᴡ.)

- “ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ғɪɴɪsʜ.” (ᴀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴀsɪɴɢ ɢʟɪɴᴛ ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴇʏᴇ sᴀʏs ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜsʜ ʜɪᴍ ғᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ.)

- “ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴀ ᴅɪsᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴀ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴏɴᴇ.” (ᴍᴜᴛᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴘs ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴋɪssɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ɪғ ɪᴛ ʀᴜɪɴs ʜɪᴍ.)

- “ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ.” (sᴀɪᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀᴏᴜɢʜ, ɢʀᴀᴠᴇʟʟʏ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴇᴀsᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ.)

- “ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ.” (ᴛᴡᴏ sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅs, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʜᴇ sᴀʏs ᴛʜᴇᴍ? ʏᴇᴀʜ, ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇᴇʟ ɪᴛ.)

- “ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴛᴇsᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ. sᴇᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs.” (ᴀʀᴍs ᴄʀᴏssᴇᴅ, ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴛɪʟᴛᴇᴅ, sᴍɪʀᴋɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ’s ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴘʟᴀɴɴɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴘᴀʏʙᴀᴄᴋ.)

- “ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʙʏ ɴᴏᴡ—ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴇᴀsᴇᴅ ᴜɴʟᴇss ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ.”

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OH MYYYY GOODNESS I JS READ THE YANDERE AXEL ONE AND IM FRFR OBSESSED LIKE WHY IS NOBODY ELSE DOING THAT IDEA BROOO

I NEED TO SEE JOHNNY AND ROBBYS REACTION TO OVERHEARING AXEL BLACKMAILING HERRRR 🙏🙏🙏

A/n: Lol thank you for reading lovely!! I had a lot of fun writing yandere Axel so here you go!! Also I loved your idea!! ♡♡

𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒... 𝑅𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡?[𝐴𝑥𝑒𝑙 𝐾.]

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ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ , ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ! ᴀxᴇʟ ᴋᴏᴠᴀᴄᴇᴠɪᴄ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴀxeʟ ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ sɴᴀᴘs, ʀᴇғᴜsɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴʏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ. ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴅʀᴀɢɢɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴀᴄᴋ, ʜᴇ ᴘɪɴs ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʜɪs ᴄᴀʀ, ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀʏ—ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴋɪɴᴅɴᴇss ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴏʙsᴇssɪᴏɴ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴏᴘ, ʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ sᴍɪʟᴇs, ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ’s ᴊᴜsᴛ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ.

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You should’ve known it wasn’t over.

From the moment Axel let you go, from the way his dark, knowing smile followed you even as you ran to your brother’s side, you should have known.

But it wasn’t until the messages started—

Then the notes.

Then the warnings.

That you understood.

Axel wasn’t done with you.

He was just getting started.

At first, it was subtle.

A text. "You shouldn’t ignore me, Y/N. It’s not nice."

A note in your locker. "I did this for us. You’ll see."

Then, things started disappearing—your water bottle, your extra jacket, even your bracelet. And then, one night, when you went to grab your bag after practice, you found it neatly placed on the bench… but your phone was missing.

When you finally got it back, you realized why.

Because Axel had gone through it.

Your messages, your photos—everything.

And then, the final straw—

A picture, sent from an unknown number.

A photo of you, taken from behind.

From earlier that day.

It wasn’t a threat. There were no words attached.

Just proof.

Proof that he was watching.

You found him outside the dojo, leaning against his car like he had all the time in the world. He looked up as you stormed toward him, a lazy smirk already in place.

"Missed me?"

You slapped him. Hard.

His head barely turned from the force, but his smirk dropped.

"You’re insane," you seethed. "Stay away from me, Axel."

He let out a low chuckle, rubbing his jaw. "Come on, princess. That’s not how you should talk to your boyfriend."

"You are not my boyfriend."

Axel sighed dramatically, pushing off his car. "Not yet."

Your stomach twisted. "This isn’t a joke, Axel! You’re stalking me, stealing my stuff, threatening my friends—"

"Threatening?" He scoffed. "I haven’t touched them. Yet."

You took a shaky step back. His eyes darkened at the movement.

"You’re scared of me now?" His voice dropped to a whisper, something almost hurt in his tone. "You never used to be."

"Because I didn’t know what you were," you shot back. "But I do now."

He stared at you for a long moment. Then, slowly, he smiled. But this one was different.

It wasn’t cocky.

It wasn’t amused.

It was certain.

"You’re mine, Y/N," he murmured. "Even if you don’t see it yet."

You turned on your heel, shoving down the panic clawing at your chest. You needed to leave. You needed out.

But as you walked away, you heard his voice one last time—

Soft.

Confident.

Inevitable.

"You can run, princess. But I’ll always catch you."

You barely made it three steps before he grabbed you.

A yelp tore from your throat as Axel yanked you back, his grip iron-clad around your wrist. Your body slammed into his chest, and before you could shove him away, his free hand curled around your throat—gently, almost reverently.

"You don’t get it, do you?" Axel murmured, tilting his head as if you were some fragile thing he needed to fix.

Your heart slammed against your ribs. "Let go of me."

His fingers flexed, not quite squeezing—just enough to remind you that he could.

Could what? Hurt you? No. Axel wasn’t interested in breaking you.

He wanted to own you.

"I’ve been so patient," he whispered, dragging his knuckles along your jaw, his touch sickeningly tender. "So good. I gave you space, let you pretend you had a choice." His thumb traced your lips, and his eyes went dark with something dangerous. "But you keep running, princess. And that’s just…" He exhaled sharply. "So. Fucking. Rude."

You struggled, shoving against him with all your strength. "I don’t belong to you, Axel!"

He laughed.

Not the kind that was amused.

The kind that was off.

The kind that sent ice down your spine.

"You still don’t get it," he breathed, pressing his forehead against yours. His voice softened to a near-whisper, his lips ghosting over your ear.

"You always belonged to me."

Then, before you could even think—

The world flipped.

Your back slammed into the car, knocking the breath from your lungs. Axel's hands were everywhere—gripping your wrists, pinning you down, pressing his body flush against yours as he caged you in.

"Do you know what you did to me?" His voice shook—not with fear, but obsession. "You made me need you, Y/N. You smiled at me. You touched me. You looked at me like I was human." His lips curled into something feral. "But then you rejected me."

His fingers dug into your skin.

"And now," he murmured, "I have to remind you what happens… when people take things from me."

A cold shiver ripped through you. "Axel, please—"

"Shh, don’t beg yet," he crooned. "Not when I haven’t even started."

Your breath hitched. "Started what?"

Axel leaned in, his lips brushing your ear.

"Taking you back."

And then—

Everything went dark.

[extinctlesspains]

could we have a part 3 of the yandere wolf? your way of writing feels like it genuinely could happen, cause he is a little freak 🫢! thank you

A/n: Hii!! It seems like A LOT of ppl wanted a part 3 to sensei wolf because he's DEF a yandere. I don't think he's lovey dovey, he's fr a yandere. Okay, enough talking enjoy♡ also, I will be addressing wolf as Xiao now since that's his legal name and well you'll see ♡♡

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 [𝐹. 𝑋𝑖𝑎𝑜]

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ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ, ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ! sᴇɴsᴇɪ ᴡᴏʟғ/ғᴇɴɢ xɪᴀᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴡᴏʟғ's ʙᴀsᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇsɪsᴛ ʜɪs ᴏʙsᴇssɪᴠᴇ ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴛɪᴏɴ, ʀᴇғᴜsɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴅᴇsᴘɪᴛᴇ ʜɪs ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴsᴇᴛᴛʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴇɴᴅᴇʀɴᴇss. ʙᴜᴛ ᴀs ʜᴇ sʟᴏᴡʟʏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋs ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴇғᴇɴsᴇs, ʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴏɴᴇ ᴄʜɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇ—ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʏ.

⚠ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs sᴜᴄʜ ᴀs ᴏʙsᴇssɪᴏɴ, ᴋɪᴅɴᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ, ғᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴇᴛᴄ. ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴀʟsᴏ ɴᴏᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏʟғ ɢᴏᴇs ʙʏ ғᴇɴɢ xɪᴀᴏ. ⚠

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Time lost meaning in the dark.

You didn’t know how long you’d been in this room—days, maybe even weeks. There was no window, no clock, nothing to track the hours. The only light came from the dim lamp in the corner, casting long shadows that seemed to creep closer every night.

And then there was him.

Feng Xiao.

He had finally told you his name, and he expected you to use it.

Not "Sensei Wolf." Not "psycho." Just Feng Xiao. Because to him, he wasn’t your captor, your tormentor. He was something else. Something more.

He was your lover.

But to you, he was still a monster.

The door creaked open.

You were curled up on the bed, stiffening at the sound. You didn’t look up—not until you felt him near.

“I brought you something to eat.” His voice was calm, patient. His accent slicing the air.

You forced yourself to meet his gaze. He stood beside the bed, holding a tray with neatly arranged food—rice, vegetables, meat, all still steaming. It looked normal. Too normal.

You didn’t move.

Feng sighed, setting the tray on the nightstand. “Still not eating properly?”

You stayed silent.

He knelt beside the bed, resting his arms on the mattress, watching you with dark, calculating eyes. You hated how close he was, how he made the room feel even smaller.

“You’ll make yourself sick,” he murmured. “And I don’t want that.”

You scoffed, voice hoarse from disuse. “You don’t get to care about me.”

His lips twitched into something like amusement. “You say that like I have a choice.”

Your stomach twisted. That was the worst part—he actually believed he loved you.

You turned away, staring at the wall. “Why me?”

There was a pause, then the bed dipped as he sat beside you. You flinched but didn’t move away fast enough.

Feng ran a hand through his hair, exhaling. “You’re the only one who understands.”

Your jaw clenched. “Understands what?”

He leaned closer, his breath warm against your neck. “What it means to fight. To lead. To carry the weight of others.”

You gritted your teeth. “That’s not love.”

His fingers brushed your wrist, featherlight, almost reverent. “No. It’s fate.”

You yanked away, heart pounding. “This isn’t fate, it’s insanity. You don’t own me.”

Feng chuckled, low and indulgent. “Not yet.”

You wanted to scream.

The days bled together, filled with his voice, his touch, his relentless presence.

He never hurt you, not physically. But he was everywhere.

Brushing your hair out of your face when you slept. Tracing patterns on your wrist when you refused to speak. Whispering your name like it was something sacred.

And the worst part? He was patient.

He didn’t demand affection. He didn’t rush you. He simply waited.

Like he knew, eventually, you would break.

One night, you finally snapped.

He had been sitting by your bed, watching you read one of the books he’d given you—like this was normal, like this was some kind of domestic life and not a nightmare.

You slammed the book shut. “You want me to call you Feng Xiao?”

He smiled, pleased. “Yes.”

You glared at him, fists clenched. “Fine. Feng Xiao.” You spat his name like a curse. “Tell me something.”

He tilted his head. “Anything.”

You leaned forward, voice low and shaking. “What’s the point of all this? You’re waiting for something, aren’t you? For me to just—give in?”

His smile didn’t waver. “I’m waiting for you to see.”

“See what?” you snapped.

His fingers brushed against yours, a ghost of a touch. “That you belong to me.”

A shiver ran down your spine. “I never will.”

Feng’s eyes darkened, but he didn’t look angry. If anything, he looked…excited.

“You’re still fighting.” His voice was almost affectionate. “Good. I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”

Your breath hitched. “You’re insane.”

He smiled, tracing his fingers up your arm. “And you’re mine.”

You slapped his hand away. “I’ll never love you.”

For the first time, his expression flickered. He exhaled through his nose, rolling his shoulders like he was shaking off an unwanted thought.

Then, he leaned in, so close you could see the faint scars on his jaw, the hunger in his eyes.

“I don’t need you to love me,” he murmured. “I just need you to stay.”

Your throat tightened.

Because deep down, you knew the truth.

No matter how much you fought, how much you resisted—he wasn’t going to let you go. His words were a curse.

[extinctlesspains]

Can we have a part 2 of the Yandere Sensei Wolf? It was really good and tbh I see him as a Yandere, like when I look at him I be like “yep Yandere fr”

Thank youuu

A/n: GRAHH HI HI!! Honestly, I think sensei wolf is DEFINITELY a yandere just because of well like... It's obvious he would? So, hope you enjoy! ♡

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 [𝑆. 𝑊𝑜𝑙𝑓]

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ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ! sᴇɴsᴇɪ ᴡᴏʟғ/ғᴇɴɢ xɪᴀᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴇᴇᴋs ᴏғ sᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, sᴇɴsᴇɪ ᴡᴏʟғ ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴜʀᴇs ʏᴏᴜ, ᴅʀᴜɢɢɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴀ sᴇᴄʟᴜᴅᴇᴅ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟs "ʜᴏᴍᴇ." ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ sᴛʀᴜɢɢʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇsɪsᴛ, ᴡᴏʟғ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇs ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ—ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ.

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You should have left after the tournament.

You told yourself it was over, that Sensei Wolf’s obsession would die down once he had time to cool off. But deep down, you knew better. You had seen it in his eyes, that raw, unhinged devotion, the way he had snarled your name as he was dragged away.

You weren’t just his fixation. You were his purpose.

And now, you were his target.

It started subtly. At first, you thought you were being paranoid.

A shadow lurking too long outside the dojo. The feeling of being watched when you walked to your car at night. Strange calls where no one spoke, only deep, controlled breathing on the other end.

Your students noticed your unease. You put on a strong front, telling them to focus on training, but your senses were on high alert.

Then, things escalated.

Your apartment was broken into. Nothing was stolen, no signs of forced entry—but things were…off. Your laundry had been disturbed, and some clothes we're missing. Specifically, two pairs underwear. A drawer was left slightly ajar, even though you always closed it. Your bed smelled faintly of cologne you didn’t own.

You called the police, but there was no evidence, no sign of anything. “It’s probably nothing,” they said.

But you knew.

Wolf was getting bolder.

The final straw came one night after practice. Your students had all left, the dojo empty except for you. The silence felt oppressive, pressing in on you as you locked up.

Then you felt it. A shift in the air. A presence.

You spun around, your breath catching in your throat.

He was there.

Wolf stood in the dim light of the dojo, leaning casually against the wall as if he belonged there. His dark eyes gleamed with something twisted, something insatiable.

“You look tired,” he murmured, tilting his head. “Have you been sleeping well?”

Your stomach twisted. “Get out.”

He sighed, as if disappointed. “That’s no way to greet me after everything.”

“After everything?” you repeated, incredulous. “You’ve been stalking me, breaking into my home—”

“I was protecting you,” he interrupted smoothly. “Making sure no one else got too close. You don’t realize how vulnerable you are.”

You clenched your fists, rage bubbling beneath your fear. “I don’t need your protection. I need you to leave me alone.”

Wolf exhaled slowly, rubbing his jaw. “See, that’s the problem, Sensei. You still think you have a choice.”

Before you could react, he moved.

A blur of motion—too fast. You barely had time to step back before his hands were on you, strong and unyielding. You struggled, but he anticipated your every move, his grip like steel.

“Let go of me!” you shouted, twisting, but it was useless.

Wolf chuckled, low and almost affectionate. “I was hoping you’d put up a fight.”

You barely registered the prick of a needle in your neck before your vision blurred. Your body went weak, limbs heavy as your strength drained away.

The last thing you saw before the darkness took you was Wolf’s face, his smirk filled with triumph.

Then everything faded.

When you woke up, the world was wrong.

Your head throbbed, your limbs sluggish. The air smelled unfamiliar—clean, sterile, but tinged with something deeply personal.

Sheets. Soft. A bed beneath you.

You forced your eyes open, blinking against the dim lighting. Panic surged through you when you saw the room.

This wasn’t your apartment.

The walls were dark, lined with heavy bookshelves and soft lighting. The door—solid, reinforced. There was no window.

Then you saw him.

Wolf sat in a chair near the bed, watching you with a quiet, satisfied expression. He looked completely at ease, as if this was normal.

“Good,” he murmured. “You’re awake.”

Your pulse pounded in your ears. “Where the hell am I?”

Wolf leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. “Home.”

Your blood ran cold. “This isn’t my home.”

He tilted his head. “It is now.”

You sat up too quickly, your head spinning. A chain and collar was around your neck, stopping you from running. “You’re insane,” you spat, voice hoarse.

Wolf didn’t flinch. “I prefer determined.” He reached for something on the nightstand—a glass of water. “Drink.”

You knocked it away, the glass shattering on the floor. “Let me go, you psycho!”

For a moment, he said nothing. Then, in a flash, he was on you.

He grabbed your wrist, pinning it against the mattress, his face inches from yours. “You need to understand something, Sensei,” he murmured, voice dangerously soft. “I’ve been patient. I’ve given you space. But you keep pushing me away.”

You glared at him, heart pounding. “Because I want nothing to do with you.”

His grip tightened just enough to make your breath hitch. “You don’t mean that.”

“I do,” you hissed. “I’d rather die than be yours.”

Something flickered in his expression—pain? No, something worse.

Then he smiled.

“Then I guess I’ll have to break you first.”

Your stomach dropped.

Wolf released you, standing up with terrifying calm. “You’ll see, Sensei. I know you better than you know yourself. And eventually, you’ll stop fighting.”

Your hands curled into fists. “I’ll never stop fighting.”

He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “That’s what I love about you.”

Then he walked toward the door, locking it behind him as he left.

You were alone.

Trapped.

And this time, there was no way out.

[extinctlesspains]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEE give us a yandere kwon jae sung x reader🙏🙏

A/n: Y'all love Yandere Cobra Kai so I'll keep feeding you lovelies 😘♡

𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘 [𝐾. 𝐽𝑎𝑒-𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑔]

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ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: ʏᴇs

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ! ᴋᴡᴏɴ ᴊᴀᴇsᴜɴɢ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴜɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇɴᴛ, ᴋᴡᴏɴ ᴡᴀs ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴏɴᴇ sᴛᴇᴘ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ—ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ, ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ, sᴍɪʟɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴘʀᴇssɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ ᴄʜᴜᴄᴋʟᴇ, ʜᴇ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ, "ɪ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ɪ? ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ."

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You used to think you were just another student in Cobra Kai. Nothing special, nothing worth noticing. But you were wrong—because Kwon had noticed you from the very beginning.

At first, it was subtle. His gaze lingered a second too long during training. He always partnered with you, even when there were better options. When sparring, he never hit you too hard—just enough to make you stumble, just enough to remind you of his strength.

Then, the little things turned into something more.

Kwon started walking you home without asking. “It’s late,” he’d say. “You shouldn’t be alone.” His tone made it clear that arguing was pointless. When you tried to tell him you could handle yourself, he just smirked and shook his head. “No,” he murmured, his fingers brushing against yours. “That’s what I’m here for.”

At first, you thought it was just him being protective—until you noticed the way he looked at anyone who got too close to you.

It started with stares. Cold, warning glances at guys who flirted with you. Then, it escalated.

One by one, they disappeared.

David, the guy from your history class who asked for your number? He quit Cobra Kai the day after Kwon saw you laughing with him. The bruise on his jaw was proof enough that it wasn’t voluntary.

Another boy—a Miyagi-Do student—sent you a message, asking if you wanted to hang out. The next day, you saw him in school, his wrist wrapped in a thick bandage. “Accident,” he muttered, avoiding your gaze.

You knew it wasn’t.

And then, there was the night you finally tried to confront him.

“What the hell is your problem?” you snapped, standing outside your apartment door. Kwon had followed you home—again—but this time, you weren’t letting it slide. You were tired. No matter the guy, the always disappeared. Except one... Kwon.

His expression didn’t change. If anything, he looked amused.

“My problem?” he repeated, stepping closer. His voice was calm, but there was something sharp underneath—something dangerous.

“You’re scaring people away! You’re hurting them!” Your hands curled into fists. “Why, Kwon? Why are you doing this?” you knew it was his fault. You just knew it.

His smirk faded. In one quick motion, he grabbed your wrist—not enough to hurt, but enough to make your breath hitch. His grip was firm, unyielding.

“You don’t need them,” he said quietly. “They’re distractions.”

Your heart pounded against your ribs. “That’s not your decision to make.” you snapped.

Kwon tilted his head, eyes darkening. “Isn’t it?” He let go of your wrist, only to cup your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. It was a harsh grip and you couldn't pull away. “I’m the one who watches over you. I’m the one who makes sure you’re safe. No one else.”

His touch was warm, almost tender. But you felt trapped.

“You’re crazy,” you whispered. Voice shaky.

Kwon chuckled. “Crazy for you? Yeah.” His thumb brushed over your lips, lingering for a second too long. “But that just means I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you. To protect you.”

Your stomach twisted. “I don’t need protection.”

His smirk returned. “That’s what you think.”

Then, before you could react, his other hand slammed against the wall beside your head. You flinched, but he didn’t move back.

“You don’t understand yet,” he murmured. “But you will.”

His voice sent a shiver down your spine. You should have pushed him away, should have run—but deep down, you knew it wouldn’t matter.

His gaze trailed down your neck. He left soft tender kisses along your jaw. It was gross and you wanted to push and scream at him, but you couldn't.

Because Kwon wasn’t letting go.

And no one could stop him.

[extinctlesspains]

Hey! I am not sure if you have watched the new Cobra Kai episodes yet but if you haven’t then please don’t read my request until you can or have because I don’t want to spoil it.

Would you be willing to write a Yandere!Axel one shot with a Keene!Reader or a Diaz!Reader? Maybe Robby’s younger sister after he breaks Robby’s leg (Keene! Reader) or seeing how he treats Miguel (Diaz!Reader)??

If you don’t want to write it then please ignore/ delete my request!! Hope you have a great rest of your day.

A/n: Hi! I absolutely love this request I think it's so creative and I would love to make it... Here you go and hope you enjoy!! ♡

𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒.... 𝑅𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡? [𝐴. 𝐾𝑜𝑣𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑐]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: ʏᴇs

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ! ᴀxᴇʟ ᴋᴏᴠᴀᴄᴇᴠɪᴄ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ!

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴀxᴇʟ ᴄᴏɴғᴜsᴇs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴋɪɴᴅɴᴇss ғᴏʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴊᴇᴄᴛ ʜɪᴍ, ʜᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪs ʀᴀɢᴇ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ʀᴏʙʙʏ, ʙʏ ʙʀᴜᴛᴀʟʟʏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜɪs ʟᴇɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪɴᴀʟ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏɴғʀᴏɴᴛ ʜɪᴍ, ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟs ʜɪs ᴏʙsᴇssɪᴠᴇ ᴅᴇʟᴜsɪᴏɴ—ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ—ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ɪᴛ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴ’ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ.

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Axel never thought much about you—at first. You were just another fighter’s sibling, another face in the crowd. But then, you smiled at him. Not out of fear or admiration—just casual, friendly kindness.

It was nothing to you.

But to Axel?

It was everything.

That one smile planted a seed in his mind, something that grew every time you looked his way, every time your voice carried across the dojo, every time you asked, Hey, Axel, you good? after a match.

You noticed him.

You cared about him.

And in his mind, that meant one thing—you were his.

You just didn’t know it yet.

At first, Axel kept his distance. Just observing. Watching the way you laughed with the others, how you always checked in after a brutal sparring session. Unlike everyone else, you didn’t look at him with fear or wariness—you just treated him like a person.

Then he started seeking you out.

"Didn’t think you cared about my fights," he teased one afternoon, leaning against the wall as you wrapped up a conversation with Sam.

You gave him a playful look. "Why wouldn’t I? You’re good, Axel. I mean, kinda scary in the ring, but still good."

Scary?

No, no—he wasn’t scary. He was strong. And you liked strong, didn’t you?

He smirked, tilting his head. "If you think I’m scary, why do you keep talking to me?"

You laughed. "Because I know you’re not just some ruthless fighter like everyone says. You’re more than that."

Those words replayed in his head for days.

You saw him.

You understood him.

That had to mean something.

So he made sure you spent more time together. Slipping into your conversations, walking you to your car after practice, stepping between you and anyone who got too close. It was subtle, at first. Just making sure people knew you weren’t available—not to them, at least.

But then, something changed.

He should have known something was wrong when you started pulling away. It was in the little things—how you hesitated before responding to him, how your laughs didn’t come as easily, how your body tensed whenever he got too close.

And then, he overheard you talking to Sam.

“I think he likes me,” you admitted, voice low with uncertainty. “But… I don’t. Not like that.”

Silence.

His world stopped.

Not like that?

Not like that?

Not like that?!

Axel’s fingers twitched as he clenched his fists, trying to understand. You were lying. That had to be it. Maybe Sam had gotten in your head, or maybe Robby had poisoned your view of him. But it didn’t matter—he would fix this. You loved him, you had to!

You just needed to see things clearly.

You needed to see that you belonged to him.

And if words wouldn’t convince you…

Maybe actions would. And he did exactly that... But, to make it hurt, it had to be someone who you loved.

Axel fought like a man possessed. Every match, every opponent—none of it mattered. Not until he was standing in the final round, staring across the mat at the one obstacle between him and you.

Robby Keene.

Your brother.

It was perfect.

It was someone you loved, and he poisoned your sweet, sweet, soul... He was in the way of your love.

Axel could feel your eyes on him, could picture your worried expression, the way you probably pleaded in your mind for him to fight fair. But why should he? Why should Robby get to be fine when Axel was being torn apart inside?

If he couldn’t take it out on you, then Robby would suffer instead.

The match started, and Axel wasted no time. His strikes were brutal, calculated, each one forcing Robby onto the defensive. Robby was strong, but Axel was relentless.

A kick to the ribs. A strike to the jaw. And then—

A vicious sweep, followed by a perfectly timed sidekick.

CRACK.

Robby’s leg bent at an unnatural angle as he hit the mat with a strangled yell.

The crowd gasped. The referee blew the whistle. And you—

You screamed.

"Robby!!"

Axel stood over Robby’s writhing form, breath coming fast, heart pounding—not from exertion, but from victory.

He turned, searching for you.

And when he met your gaze—wide, horrified, betrayed—he finally felt something.

Satisfaction.

But it wasn't enough.

You found him after the match, pushing past the crowd with fury burning in your eyes.

"Axel!" Your voice was sharp, cutting through the noise like a blade.

He turned slowly, his smirk already in place. "Hey, princess."

"Don’t you dare," you snapped, shoving him hard in the chest. He barely moved. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

His smirk didn’t falter. If anything, it grew. "That’s a lot of yelling for someone who should be thanking me."

Your face twisted in disgust. "You broke his leg, Axel! That wasn’t an accident!"

"And?" He tilted his head, watching as your hands curled into fists. "You rejected me."

You sucked in a sharp breath. "What?" How could he have possibly known that you didn't return his feelings?

Axel stepped closer, eyes dark with something unreadable. "You think I didn’t notice? The way you started avoiding me? The way you laughed with other guys but not me? You led me on, and then you threw me away like I was nothing."

Your voice shook. "Axel, I was just being friendly. That’s not the same as—"

"Yes, it is," he cut you off, voice dropping to something dangerously low. "You smiled at me. You cared about me. You don’t get to take that back." You gulped nervously.

Your breath hitched. For the first time, real fear flickered in your eyes.

Good.

Maybe now you’d finally understand.

Axel reached out suddenly, grabbing your wrist. You gasped, trying to yank away, but his grip tightened—gentle enough not to hurt, but firm enough to keep you in place.

"You belong to me, Y/N," he murmured, gaze locking onto yours. "No one else. Not your brother. Not anyone. Me." Panic arose inside of you. The location didn't do you any good either—it was an isolated hallway towards the back of the venue.

You shook your head, eyes shining with something dangerously close to tears. "Let me go, Axel." You could feel tears threatening to leave.

He smiled.

But it wasn’t right.

It wasn’t normal.

It was twisted, wrong, filled with something dark and possessive.

"You don’t get it, do you?" he whispered, thumb brushing against your pulse. It was racing. "I did this for you. For us."

Breaking your brothers leg... For you?

Your stomach twisted. "There is no us, Axel."

His expression flickered—just for a second. A crack in the mask.

Then, slowly, his smile returned.

"Not yet."

And with that, he let you go.

You stumbled back, heart hammering, hands shaking. You should have run. Should have screamed. Should have done something.

But all you could do was stare at the boy who had shattered your world with a twisted kind of devotion.

And the worst part?

You knew this wasn’t over.

Not by a long shot.

He stepped forward, his hand brushing against you cheek as he leaned in to leave a soft kiss.

"Bye bye, love.." He whispered before stepping into the dark hallway.

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A/n: Hello gorgeous people 😍 In honor of Cobra Kai coming to an end, I'm putting out a Kwon fic😮‍💨 Love you all and hope you enjoy ♡

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ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: ʏᴇs ᴏʀ ɴᴏ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴋᴡᴏɴ ᴊᴀᴇ-sᴜɴɢ x ɢғ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ᴀɴɢsᴛ, ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ.

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴀғᴛᴇʀ sɴᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴋᴡᴏɴ’s ʜᴏᴛᴇʟ ʀᴏᴏᴍ, ʏᴏᴜ ғᴀʟʟ ᴀsʟᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴀʀᴍs ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴇs ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴜʀɴᴀᴍᴇɴᴛ. ᴏᴠᴇʀᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘᴀɴɪᴄ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴋᴡᴏɴ ɢᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛs ʏᴏᴜ, ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ’s ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ.

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The hum of the hotel’s air conditioner filled the dimly lit room as you curled up under the plush white comforter, your head resting against Kwon’s chest. His steady heartbeat was a grounding presence, a silent reassurance that he was here, alive, and real.

Tonight had been a whirlwind—Kwon had managed to win the hotel room from Robby, and the second he told you, you knew there was no way you were letting him spend the night alone. Sneaking over had been easy enough. Tory covered for you, making sure no one noticed when you slipped out of your shared room. Now, wrapped in Kwon’s warmth, everything felt right.

His fingers lazily traced circles on your back, his other arm slung protectively around you. “Tired?” he murmured, his voice thick with exhaustion.

You hummed softly, nuzzling closer. “A little… but I just like being here with you.”

A smirk tugged at his lips. “Of course you do. I’d miss me too if I wasn’t me.”

You rolled your eyes, lightly smacking his chest. “Cocky.”

“Confident,” he corrected, his hand sliding up to cup your cheek. He guided your lips to his in a slow, deep kiss, one that sent warmth spreading through your chest. Even though Kwon wasn’t one for overly sentimental words, the way he kissed you spoke volumes.

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips, and though he didn’t say it back, you felt it in the way he pressed his forehead to yours.

“Get some sleep,” he murmured.

You didn’t fight him on it. The exhaustion from the tournament, the stress, the adrenaline—it all finally caught up to you. Slowly, your eyes fluttered shut, and sleep took over.

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It started as a whisper, a distant echo of your name. Then the scene unfolded before you like a cruel nightmare.

The tournament. Everyone going wild. Loose. Like a jungle.

Axel stood across from Kwon, the tension so thick it was suffocating. The crowd too much to see through, the arena lights casting harsh shadows. You wanted to call out, to warn him, but your voice didn’t work.

Then it happened.

Kwon lunged forward with a reckless intensity, his eyes burning with determination. Axel dodged, and suddenly, the world slowed. Kwon stumbled—his own weapon in his grip turning against him.

The blade cut deep.

His body jerked, and the look on his face—shock, confusion, then pain—seared itself into your mind. Blood pooled beneath him as he staggered back, collapsing. His dark eyes, usually so full of life, locked onto yours.

And then… nothing.

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You woke with a gasp, your body jolting upright as a choked sob ripped from your throat.

It wasn’t real. It wasn’t real. It wasn’t—

“Hey, hey—baby.”

Kwon’s voice, groggy with sleep, cut through the suffocating panic. His hands found your shoulders, steadying you as you trembled violently. You could barely breathe. Your chest felt tight, like you were being crushed under an invisible weight.

Tears burned down your cheeks as you turned to him, shaking your head. “You—” Your voice cracked. “Y-you were—”

You couldn’t even say it.

Kwon immediately sat up, pulling you into his lap. “Breathe,” he murmured, voice low and soothing. His hands ran up and down your back, trying to calm your erratic shaking. “It was just a nightmare.”

Your fingers clutched at his shirt, desperate for something solid, something real. “I saw you die,” you gasped, panic clawing at your throat. “In the tournament. You—you were trying to get Axel, and—and—”

Kwon stiffened slightly, but his grip on you never faltered. His voice was gentler than you’d ever heard it. “Shh. I’m here. Look at me.”

You did, though your vision was blurred with tears. His dark eyes, filled with a rare softness, met yours. He took your hands, bringing them to his chest. “Feel that?” he whispered. “I’m alive. I’m not going anywhere.”

Your breathing hitched as you focused on the steady rhythm beneath your palms.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Real. Alive. Kwon.

“I c-can’t lose you,” you choked out.

“You won’t.” His voice was firm, unwavering. “I swear.”

He pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “You’re safe,” he whispered against your hair. “I’m safe. Just breathe with me, okay?”

You nodded weakly, following his lead as he inhaled deeply. Slowly, you tried to match him, the panic beginning to fade, though the lingering fear still clung to your skin.

Minutes passed before your breathing evened out, your body still trembling but no longer in the throes of a full panic attack. Kwon didn’t let go, didn’t even loosen his hold.

“You wanna talk about it?” he finally asked.

You shook your head. “Just… hold me?”

Kwon didn’t hesitate. “Always.”

He laid back down, pulling you with him so your head rested against his chest once more. This time, though, he didn’t let any space linger between you. One arm stayed securely around your waist, the other gently threading his fingers through your hair.

His lips brushed your forehead. “I don’t care what happens in that tournament,” he murmured, voice softer than usual. “I won’t let anything take me away from you.”

You clung to him, the last of your fear finally easing. His heartbeat remained steady beneath your cheek, grounding you.

And this time, when sleep found you again, Kwon’s warmth never wavered.

He was here. Alive. Yours.