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thefiery-phoenix · 1 year

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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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noellawrites · 1 year

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Plus One - Yandere!Eli Moskowitz x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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eemcintyre · 1 year

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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.”

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berry-loves-yandere · 1 year

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

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

"Who the fuck did this to you?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“GO AWAY!” (Y/N) screamed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Go on.” He instructed them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Miguel left her home, blood boiling with extreme anger.

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

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

"Hey." Miguel addressed the other guy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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lonleywriters-blog · 2 years

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Can you do yandere Miguel Diaz x female reader please

Ofc darling

Yandere Miguel Diaz hcs

He is clingy, possessive, and obsessive

He adores you and believes you can't do anything wrong

He will never get mad at you just the people around you

He is super clingy and wants to be near you all the time

He wants people to know you are his

He can get aggressive especially towards other people

He wants you to only have eyes for him

He can be super manipulative to you

He just wants affection and praise

He is not afraid to fight someone, he just says it was to protect you

Or he will blame it on practice

#yandere cobra kai #yandere miguel diaz

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lady-ashfade · 1 year

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Hey mate! It didn’t say anything about Cobra Kai male requests so not sure if you’ll do this.

Can I request Yandere Hawk & Miguel x male reader? Plot can be anything. Just want to read some no mercy era Hawk and Miguel. Thanks!

Little thing

Yandere!Hawk&miguel x reader. (HC’s)

Notes: Even though my requests for cobra Kai are closed- Honestly I was in a cobra Kai mood actually, which is kinda scary. I was going to write something and I have been reading cobra kai fics for the best two days- Anyway. This is short because I didn’t know what to put down, I hope you like it.

(Opening up my cobra Kai requests man)

Yandere type: Medium (idk)

Warning: Stalking, Yandere tendencies, violence, obsession, dark themes.

The boys would notice you when they get into a class with you, they have never really seen you around before.

You sat in front of the two boys, and they caught glimpse of you one day and couldn’t get enough.

You’d always smile at the people who walked by but you never seemed to talk much. They always notice you always tapping your foot to the music in your ear pud, that you secretly put in.

Hawk pointed you out in class. Saying along the lines of how you were kinda cute but how you always seemed shy, Miguel agreed.

So the two started to follow you around school without you noticing, they learned where you were at all times. What subjects you liked and didn’t, who you talked to and didn’t.

“They need protection, just look at them.” Miguel pointed out as you stood at your locker, hawk smirked and leaned on Miguel shoulder, “I’m in, little thing doesn’t seem to notice anything.”

No matter if you are taller, bigger, shorter, anything. They see you as a small, weak, fragile thing. And you know how people have this thing to protect the person they love, the two go over border.

Ever drop a pencil in class and don’t notice? It’s theirs now. They have a whole bag of things they have of you.

Now, when someone gave you a bad look even just once, or talk bad to you. The two of them teach that person a lesson. They did it at night where no one can see, beat the living shit out of them.

You started to find it weird how everyone around you stared to get hurt, it made you think you were cursed.

In the locker rooms they always come behind you while you change and pretend like they are focused on themselves but make sure no one looks at you, or gets near you. Or if you change in a stall they stand outside it just to make sure but have a conversation loudly to make sure you don’t really notice.

They have snuck a few glances.

Then one day their prayers were answered when you three got paired up in a class project. Oh, the boys couldn’t stop their heart beats when they heard your name.

The two almost didn’t know how to actually talk to you at first, but when they started they couldn’t stop. How they could be so close to you, to touch you, smell you- Hold you. It drives them crazy.

They asked things about you one right after the other and overwhelmed you. You answered as best as you could and thought it was just them being friendly. But you knew them both because of the whole karate-war going down.

You invited them over to your house to start working on projects and they couldn’t wait.

While they were in your room they stole things, small things but still. I see them stealing a shirt of yours, or objects they found.

The two “befriended” you that night and decided to calm themselves down to drawl you in. They acted really nice and kind, which they were. But hide there other side.

Here’s some things they do, romance or in the friendship area.

Following your around to make you untouchable. Glares at anyone who looks close to your way.

They call you “Little thing” constantly. Or tiny, or anything that’s belittling, but not that mean. Hawk tho will call you stupid but he just want to make you feel dumb so you ask him for help.

(Hawks the meaner one of the two)

They start to control you, like saying what you should wear but make you think you chose it yourself. Or by getting you things to eat. Where you go, when you go. They only make you hang out with them.

Miguel is the one who babies you the most in a sense. He treats you like a prince. Always being the joking guy who makes you smile and laugh. He’ll hold onto you by the waist. He’s “softer” with you. Because come on, he’s so fluffy when he doesn’t want to murder anyone.

Hawk treats you like you can’t do anything alone. Like walking, you could wonder off. Or maybe you’ll walk out into traffic, hold his hand. Hawk is so overbearing. Like you have to tell him to chill at moments.

But the thing they both have in common is being feral over you.

I’m talking about they don’t care where they fight, but it’s away from you, but school fights happens all the time.

Broken a guys wrist, treated some guy with deadly threats, have put so many people in the hospital.

They will stop at nothing, I mean never killing anyone…But if someone hurts you then it’s not there problem if their body gives up on their own.

Don’t allow you to join a dojo. The only way you are going near a dojo is watching them practicing.

Man, I just seen them ass overbearing.

#yandere cobra Kai #yandere Miguel Diaz x reader #miguel daiz x reader #eli moskowitz #eli moskowitz x reader #yandere hawk cobra Kai #yandere Eli Moskowitz #yandere cobra kai x reader #Miguel daiz #yandere Miguel Diaz #cobra Kai x reader

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loverforfanfiction · 1 year

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witch one?-robby Keene and Miguel Diaz part2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

to be continued

#cobra kai x chubby reader #yandere cobra kai #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai imagine #cobra kai x you #miguel diaz x reader #eli moskowitz x chubby reader #eli moskowitz #eli moskowitz x reader #hawk x reader

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terrence-silver · 7 months

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

Him!? Distant and unhelpful!?

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

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

He leaves nothing up to chance.

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

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

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

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

#man's an unhinged yandere #in fact he cares too much for people that matter --- even his enemies #terry silver #kk3 #cobra kai #pregnancy #terry silver as a father #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved #fluffy

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thefiery-phoenix · 1 year

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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 🥲🥺

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noellawrites · 2 years

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Special - Yandere!Eli Moskowitz x reader

summary: Eli has his eyes on you— to him, you’re special.

The first time Eli Moskowitz ever talked to you, you were sure you were hallucinating. He was the dorky-nerd-turned-impossibly-cool-karate-champion, which made you like him more. You felt like he might understand you even more deeply than any friend you'd ever had.

After graduation, you gave up on ever being asked out. You hadn't been appealing enough in high school so you figured it wouldn't ever happen until you were prettier or more mature.

But everything changed when Eli walked in with his friends to the waterpark you worked at over the summer. You watched from the concession stand as he entered with some other karate students you recognized.

Your eyes followed the group and you felt a pang of jealousy as they congregated by the lawn chairs. Deep inside, you had always been slightly interested in joining one of the dojos. However, once the drama and rivalries started, you decided to keep your distance. Better to keep out of it and avoid drawing any attention to yourself.

You were jolted out of your thoughts when you realized someone was in front of you, clearing their throat to get your attention. You sat up straighter in your chair. It was Eli.

"Hey, you went to West Valley, right? Aren't you (y/n)?" he asked, and you nodded in response.

As he examined the laminated snack menu, your hands shook. He recognized you! Your chest burned with a mix of excitement and fear.

"I'll take the chili dog and your number," he said with a slight smile.

"M-my number? I thought you had a girlfriend?"

"Nah, Moon and I are way over. I covered up her tat, see," he leaned over the wooden desk, pointing at his new inked-over chest. You tried to avoid glancing down at his karate-toned abdomen.

"Oh, well in that case, here."

Hands still shaking, you grabbed a scrap piece of paper and scrawled down your number.

—

You now stood on your porch, watching as Eli drove up in his mom’s old van.

His first date idea was hanging out at his place followed by a trip to Golf ‘N Stuff, which you were fine with.

“Hey babe,” Eli shouted out the window as you opened the passenger seat door.

You tried to push back the thought that you’d completely forgotten to send your address to Eli, but he managed to find your house anyways. Either way, you hopped in the car, excited for your first real date.

—

Eli grew impatient when he couldn't win the purple stuffed bear you wanted. He was playing the milk bottle game, where he had to knock over the metal milk bottles with a ball.

"Fuck this stupid game, it's totally rigged!" he yelled, throwing the ball at the poor game attendant, who cowered as you did.

"Eli, let's just go get some food, 'kay?" you suggested as he put a hand on your arm.

“No! You’re my girl, and I’m going to win you this fucking stuffed bear if it’s the last thing I do!” He screamed, nostrils flaring.

Terror rushed through your veins. You felt like you had seen a glimpse of the violent Hawk from sophomore year, stalking through the halls as he searched for karate enemies. The prospect that he hadn’t changed as much as you thought since high school made you scared.

You tugged him away, towards the food trucks. "I'm your girl, huh?"

"Well, obviously. Just a couple more dates and you'll be ready to move in with me," Eli said. There was no indication of joking in his tone.

"Oh, well I don't really know if—"

"Are you saying you don't want to move in with me? What, you still wanna live with your parents? That's pathetic," he laughed.

"Eli, um, I would really like to move in with you but this is our first date," you explained. Is this how all adult relationships are?

"But babe, I feel like I've known you forever," Eli insisted, bringing you in for a kiss. You knew he just wanted you to stop arguing with him.

You were pretty sure he would never let you go, you just weren't sure if you were okay with it.

#eli moskowitz x reader #hawk moskowitz x reader #yandre cobra kai #cobra kai x reader #yandere eli moskowitz #yandere hawk x reader #yandere cobra kai x reader

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eemcintyre · 1 year

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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.

#terry silver #thomas ian griffith #the karate kid #cobra kai #one shot #creative writing #terry silver x reader #karate kid fanfiction #cobra kai fic #cobra kai fanfic #x reader #angst #hurt/comfort #tw angst #tw yandere #tw noncon #tw toxic relationship #tw toxic behavior

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berry-loves-yandere · 2 years

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Hiii!! So I was wondering if you could do yandere Cobra Kai characters and whether or not they'd like their darling to do karate with them? Like are some of them chill with it or are they against it because they believe/know that they can protect darling from any and everything?

This is very interesting to think about! (I will only be doing the karate nuts for this request though)

Would yandere Cobra Kai characters allow their darling to do karate with them? (EDITED)

Warnings: obsessive behaviours, possessive behaviours, manipulation, gaslighting, delusions, unhealthy mindset, threatening, depictions of extreme violence, isolation, physical harm, abuse/abusive relationship (?), DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

Miguel Diaz:

Miguel is so insanely protective/possessive over his darling.

There’s no way he’d want them to do karate, even if it was at Topaga or another normal dojo in the Valley.

He wants the power to protect them, he believes that he is made to protect his darling from any and every thing that exists.

No matter if his darling gets upset or agitated with him, he will continue doing what he's doing because he doesn’t realize that what he really wants is complete control over his darling and their life.

So Miguel subconsciously knows that his keeping his darling weak, unable to fend for themselves and under his complete control.

He's a control freak that holds a delusion of being a knight in shining armour for his darling.

It's best to avoid doing karate or any kind of physical/strength training if you're his darling because once his fantasy/delusion bubble pops, he cracks.

Hawk:

Hawk would never let his darling get close to karate or any kind of strength training.

He uses the excuse "The further he can keep them from the karate war, the better".

In actuality, he wants them weak so he can do whatever he wants and get away with it, he’s ‘justified’ for beating up any guy he doesn’t like and blaming it on ‘protecting his darling’ or some other bullshit like that.

He enjoys being able to overpower his darling, so if they ever think of leaving or defying him, he can easily pin them down without even trying.

For him, it's almost ALMOST a must that his darling is weak, soft-spoken, shy and possibly bullied (more mentally weak that way, he knows from experience) or he would want a strong spitfire that he can challenge or break down, depending on their dynamic.

Demetri Alexopoulos:

Demetri would be alright with his darling learning karate, in fact, he would encourage them to do so since he's not strong enough to protect his darling and he knows it.

However, he would want them to train at Miyagi-do so that he can spend more time with his darling and watch them, keep tabs on them, all while training so he can protect them.

He’s not too keen on controlling his darling, he wants them to be safe and happy but if he thinks they’re putting themselves in danger, he’ll manipulate and control his darling with zero remorse in his heart.

He wouldn't care how strong or weak his darling is, he wants them safe and he will use any means to make sure they are, no matter if he has to break them down or destroying their sense of reality, their safety is his number one priority.

Sam LaRusso:

She’d see doing karate together as something they can bond over but will only allow her darling to train and learn karate at Miyagi-do (not to mention, it allows gives Sam opportunities to hold/touch her darling and cling to them more often).

If they're already training at another dojo (besides Cobra Kai), she'll try to entice them to join Miyagi-do, using the fact that the lessons are free or possibly even buying her darling gifts, like training/workout equipment or small trinkets of things her darling likes.

If they're already training at Cobra Kai, Sam will guilt trip her darling into joining Miyagi-do, saying that Tori, Hawk and whomever else is training at Cobra Kai at that time are a bunch of evil people, that they hurt others with no remorse (despite her doing that whenever she believes someone has hurt/harmed her darling in any way, shape or form). She'll do anything to get them away from Cobra Kai so that her dad will allow Sam to be around them.

She’ll protect her darling as much as she can because even if her darling is strong, Sam wants to prove that she’s the best and only person her darling can rely on.

Robby Keene:

Robby would never let his darling do karate because he feels like they’d get roped into the karate war somehow and he would hate that.

He wouldn't be against other kinds of strength training/sports like soccer or ice skating, he would actually encourage those.

But he wants them no where near karate at all costs, he has no problem threatening his darling into staying away from karate "for their own safety".

Robby does not practice what he preaches about keeping his darling safe, he would go as far as to break one of their bones to "keep them safe" regardless of the excessive mental and physical trauma that Robby would leave on them.

Robby’ll be his darling's bodyguard, their protection, the person they can rely on the most, he'll make sure that even if they're scared of him, they'll come running to him whenever they're in danger.

He’ll do anything, absolutely anything for their safety even if it makes his darling upset.

Tory Nichols:

She’s very protective and considering everything happening surrounding karate and Cobra Kai, there’s no way that she’d ever let her darling do karate.

Tory knows she’s strong enough to protect herself and her darling, there’s no need for her darling to do karate, is what she tells them.

But she wouldn't mind if they joined a gym or started up on a different sport.

However, they stronger her darling gets, the more insecure Tory would get because she believes that all she has is her strength.

Tory's insecurities would hit an all time high if/when her darling starts doing their sport/activity with others (ex: figure skating partner or work out buddy) because why are they spending time with others when they have her? Why do they need other people? They don't need other people.

She would force them to quit their sport if her insecurities got the better of her, she would manipulate them by breaking down crying, forcing them to feel bad for her and if that doesn't work, then she'll get rid of her competition so she can feel at ease again.

Whether she gets rid of them through threatening, a beat down or possibly worse, she makes sure they never step foot near her darling.

No one but her (and her darling's family) is allowed to be close with her darling, no one at all.

Daniel LaRusso (platonic):

Daniel would love if his darling was doing karate, but only Miyagi-do karate.

He would see it as bonding since he would be teaching them how to protect themselves, in fact he would feel ten times more at ease knowing his darling could protect themselves.

But if he feels like there's too much danger that may surround his darling, he will force them to quit karate and instead have Sam or others from Miyagi-do be assigned to protect his darling.

Johnny Lawrence:

Johnny would rather not have his darling do karate, he wants to be their protector.

He knows he's strong enough to save his darling from harmful situations, despite knowing he basically causes half of them.

He would also intentionally set up dangerous situations then pretend to only be passing by and save his darling from said situation as to give him a knight in shining armour look.

He wants to prove that he has his life together and that his darling never needs to worry for their safety since Johnny will protect them even from problems he created.

Kenny Payne (Platonic):

Kenny knows he’s small but is aware of his strength after Cobra Kai.

He wouldn’t want to have his darling join any karate dojo, not even Cobra Kai because what if they become strong enough where they leave him and don't need him anymore?

He couldn't live in a world without being needed/loved/wanted by his darling.

Not only that but he doesn’t want others to see his weakness (his darling), something that makes him vulnerable, someone they can attack to get an upper hand on him.

The more shelters they are from the karate world, the better it is for Kenny, that was only he can have their attention and affection because no one deserves his darling but him.

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