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𝑁𝑜𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝐸𝑙𝑠𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑀𝑒: 𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒!𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒-𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑔

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𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝑦𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒, ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟, 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡?

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

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

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

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

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

No one else deserves to be near you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

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

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

Kenji grinned. "Need a partner?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Your form is sloppy," Kwon said coldly.

Kenji frowned. "I was just—"

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

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

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

"Kwon!" Your voice cut through the tension.

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

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

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

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

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

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

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

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

A knock at the door.

You froze.

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

Silence. Then—"It’s me."

Kwon’s voice, soft but insistent.

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

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

A pause. "You are my safe place."

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

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

[bloodyboi]

[lancestrollsgf]

# STOP LOOKING AT ME WITH THOSE EYES ! YANDERE! AXEL KOVACEVIC X READER, WRITTEN

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# WARNINGS: not a good interpretation of a yandere (not intense), lowercase intended, female! reader, use of y/n, spelling/grammar errors, possible OOC axel and gullible reader, established relationship, messy writing, and maybe bad descriptions. good ending!! + a cute extra scene at the end

# SUMMARY: you decided to follow your boyfriend to the torment he was participating in. due to not making many friends in highschool in croatia, being in a new environment and country could be a possibility to make new friends, but by the way axel is acting, he doesn’t seem to like that.

# AUTHOR’S NOTE: i did have to watch season 6 again to really get a good intro on axel again, i also did some research/watch interviews, hoping it is right. in this axel is 16 years old and is from croatia, balkans. meaning that axel is going to school in croatia and went to hong kong for training with sensei wolf. i know that it wasn't shown but pretend that axel and reader actually had time and would at least in someway interact with the other characters (more like just miyagi do). i apologize for this being on the short side, i’m still trying to get the hang of writing again. word count: 1100. here is the link of the song the title is named after!

# REQUESTED: YES

axel has been your boyfriend for a while now, and you've always been by his side—more voluntarily than anything, considering how hard it was for you to make friends in your high school back in croatia. it wasn’t that you were unlikable, just that people didn’t seem to care enough to get close. axel was different, though. from the moment he noticed you, it was like you were the only person in his world.

when he told you he was leaving for the tournament, you didn’t hesitate to follow. a new environment, a new country—it sounded like an opportunity, a fresh start. maybe this time, things would be different. maybe you could finally belong somewhere. but axel… he didn’t seem to like that idea.

it started small. a hand on your lower back when you tried to talk to someone new. standing just a little too close when another competitor greeted you. answering for you when someone would ask a question. his grip would tighten, his voice always calm but firm, a quiet reminder.

stay close to me.

you brushed it off at first. axel had always been protective. he said it was because he knew what people were really like— how they used and discarded others when it suited them. you didn't want to believe that.

but then came the glares. the cold, sharp eyes watching every interaction you had. the way his jaw clenched whenever someone so much as smiled at you. the way his mood soured whenever you laughed at someone else's joke.

then the words.

"we're leaving soon, don't get to close"

"they're pretending to be nice, they're trying to get to me"

"i'm the only one who understands you"

at first, you tried to ignore it. axel had always been intense— possessive, even —but he had his reasons. he didn't trust easily, and he never let his guard down. but now, that wasn't just directed at his opponents in the tournament. it was now aimed at anyone who got too close to you.

it started off small. a hand on your wrist when you lingered too long in a conversation. a sharp look when miguel or hawk cracked a joke that made you laugh. the way he always seemed to position himself between you and someone else. like an unspoken barrier.

at first, the others found it ammusing.

"man, your boyfriend's intense," hawk had said nudging miguel after axel all but dragged you away from a conversation. "you sure he let's you breathe?" miguel had given you a sympathetic glance, but he didn't push. sam, on the other hand, did.

"you know that you can talk to whoever you want, right?" she asked one afternoon when axel had stepped away for a minute, due to his sensei wanting to have a conversation with him.

"i know," you had said, but the words felt hollow. because deep down, you knew it wasn't about permission. it was about him. about the way axel saw the world— how he believed people couldn't be trusted. and more than anything, it was about his fear of losing you.

but it couldn't go on like this.

that night, after most of the competitors had gone back to their rooms, you found him outside, leaning against the railing of the balcony of your shared rooms. the bright active city lights reflected in his eyes, but his expression was unreadable.

"you're mad," he said before you could even open your mouth. "i'm frustrated," you corrected, stepping closer. "axel... you have to stop this. i want to be here with you, but i can't do that if you keep pushing everyone else away." his grip tightened on the railing. "i'm not pushing them away. i'm protecting you."

"from what?" you asked, starting to get irritated. "from people being nice to me? from me finally being able to have the chance to make friends?"

he turned to face you then, his gaze sharp but conflicted. "people lie. they act friendly, they pretend to care— but in the end, they always let you down." his voice was steady, but there was something beneath it. something raw. "not everyone," you said softly, reaching for his hand. "not me."

for a moment, he didn't move. then, slowly, his fingers curled around yours, his grip firm, but not forceful. "i don't want to lose you," he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "you won't," you promised. "but you have to trust me the way I trust you."

axel exhaled sharply, looking away. you could tell it wasn't easy for him, to let go of control. but after a moment, he nodded. "...alright," he muttered. "but if they give me a reason to not trust them—"

"i know," you interrupted, a small smile tugging at your lips. "you'll be watching." a smirk ghosted across his face, and for the first time in a while. his presence didn't feel suffocating. it felt grounding.

— extra scene funny and cute!! (y/n and axel are sitting with miyagi do in this scenario and they have a good relationship with them in this scene.)

the shift in axel hadn't gone noticed. while he still had his moments—hovering nearby whenever someone got a little too friendly—he wasn’t shutting you off from the rest of the world anymore.

during a lunch with all the teams in the tournament, miguel nudged hawk and nodded toward the two of you. “dude, i think your little intervention worked.” hawk smirked, taking a bite of his food. “told you. y/n just had to remind him that she’s her own person, and won’t go anywhere.” hawk replied quietly.

demetri, who had been wary of axel ever since the tense standoff, finally realized enough to sit at the same table again. “so, we’re actually allowed to talk to you now?” he teased, raising an eyebrow.

axel shot him a look, but there’s no hostility behind it. “don’t push it.” tory leaned back in her chair, smirking. “hey, progress is progress.”

even sam, who has been quietly observing, gave a small nod of approval. “it’s nice to see you with us instead of watching from a distance.”

you squeezed axel’s hand under the table, and for once, he didn’t flinch away from the attention. instead, he met your gaze, a silent understanding passing between you.

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the end!!! 😄😄 if anyone from the better norris series is reading this, part three is coming soon! just trying to get through the axel requests, which i am open to more requests, before posting the third part. ( i am working on part four rn )

[joseylouge]

why is there so much smut on the platform? sometimes i just want to read some fluff or angsty fanfic to pass the time and all i find is a bunch of posts full of dicks and pussies everywhere. fuck, not everything is about fucking is okay

[terrence-silver]

Just a little silly thing but if beloved was an existing character in the whole karate kid universe I imagine them as a faceless character

Like we get a clip of terry watching beloved on his security cameras but it’s only ever the top of their head never facing the camera

There’s a scene of Terry taking a call in his and beloveds bedroom but they’re asleep with their back facing the camera

As the watchers we know they’re there but we know nothing about them not even what they look like

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I literally imagine the same thing, because think about it ---

Beloved's a representation of Terry Silver's one and only weakness. His most cherished person. The most prized possession he's got. His lifeline. His love. Passion. Obsession. The crown jewel of all his life's work. They're coveted, tucked away and they're like a vital artery in his body, that when it's hit, he'd bleed inwardly for it. Control demands that he keeps the fortress that they are intact while he maintains the utmost care that they're never endangered, taken away from him, harmed, exploited or used against him, and people can count themselves lucky, or even in extreme peril if they ever discover beloved's existence at all because it's not unlike venturing into the serpent's den and finding that the serpent so happens to be jealously and fiercely guarding its precious clutch of eggs in the bowel of the hideout. They're not in the media. Not in the papers. The internet's scrubbing clean of any trace of them. They aren't in the limelight. There's no articles talking about them. Even private security footage within Terry's own domicile is regularly scrubbed clean of beloved or kept under tight lock and key so people can't do as much as have footage of them walking down the corridor. So, coming face to face with beloved is like looking into the Medusa's eyes or staring into the Elephant's Foot at the heart of the Chernobyl disaster sight. You're done for and you don't even know it yet; you've angered the Minotaur by glancing at the golden fleece.

It's like signing a death warrant.

You've trespassed into something sacred to Silver.

And you're not going to live another day to tell the world about it.

Even if you did as much as accidentally stumble into a hallowed hallway where you might've stumbled across a figure with a partially obscured face you've never seen before, Terry will ensure you never come out of there alive for simply glimpsing upon what's as profoundly his as his liver, heart or lungs would be. Maybe even more so. An organ can be transplanted for the right price. Beloved cannot be. So, it's safe to say he guards them with more fierceness than he would bits and pieces of himself. What's worse, you'll never even know the name of the person you died because of or what they mean to Silver.

[lady-ashfade]

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[noellawrites]

Plus One - Yandere!Eli Moskowitz x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[loverforfanfiction]

witch one?-robby Keene and Miguel Diaz part2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

to be continued

[thefiery-phoenix]

YOUNG YANDERE DANIEL LARUSSO HEADCANONS

Gif from: Tenor

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[extinctlesspains]

Heyyyy!!

I love your writing so much! I really want a part 2 of the Yandere Kwon, like I want to know what happens next😭

Thank you!

A/n: OMGGG SO MANY OF U ASKED FOR A PART TWO OF YANDERE KWON SO U GUYS SHALL DEFINITELY GET IT😭💕

𝑁𝑜𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑀𝑒:𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒! 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒-𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑔

𝐵𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠

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𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑂𝑛𝑒, 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑇𝑤𝑜

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒! 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒-𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒.

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛’𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙, 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑏𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒.

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑘𝑖𝑑𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑐𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑟, 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝑝𝑠𝑦𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑦.

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The wind howls against your bedroom window, rattling the glass like a warning. You sit on the edge of your bed, hugging your knees tightly to your chest. Your mind races, replaying every word Kwon said earlier today.

“You think you can just walk away from me?”

“You’re mine.”

The memory of his voice sends a shiver down your spine. It wasn’t just what he said—it was how he said it, with an unsettling calmness that felt far more dangerous than anger.

You’ve always known Kwon was intense. He had an edge to him, a sharpness that made people hesitate before crossing him. But this—this is something else entirely.

Your phone buzzes on the nightstand, and you flinch. Reaching for it with trembling hands, you see an unknown number flashing on the screen. Hesitating, you swipe to read the text.

Unknown: You looked beautiful today. Like always.

Your stomach drops. Another buzz follows, and this time, it’s an image. It’s a photo of you walking home earlier, your face turned just enough to make it clear it was taken without your knowledge.

Your heart pounds as you dial the number, but it goes straight to voicemail. You don’t need to guess who it is. You know.

The next day, you keep your head down, trying to blend into the background. At the dojo, you move through practice like a robot, barely registering the instructions. But no matter how hard you try to avoid his gaze, you can feel it—the weight of Kwon’s eyes, always watching.

After practice, you linger near the lockers, waiting for the others to leave. Maybe if you can talk to him one last time, you can make him understand. Maybe you can fix this.

“Kwon.”

He turns to you slowly, his expression softening when he sees you. “Y/n,” he says, your name falling from his lips like a prayer.

You steel yourself. “We need to talk.”

“Of course.” His smile is easy, but there’s something in his eyes that makes your skin crawl.

You take a deep breath, trying to keep your voice steady. “You need to stop this. The following me, the texts, the photos—it’s not okay. It’s scaring me.”

For a moment, his smile falters, and you think you’ve gotten through to him. But then he steps closer, his eyes darkening with something unreadable.

“I’m not trying to scare you,” he says softly. “I’m trying to protect you.”

“Protect me from what?” you demand, your frustration boiling over. “From my own life? From my friends? Kwon, this isn’t protection—it’s obsession!”

He tilts his head, studying you like you’re a puzzle he’s determined to solve. “You’re wrong,” he murmurs, his voice dangerously calm. “You think I’m obsessed? Fine. Maybe I am. But it’s because I see the truth, Y/n. I see the way they look at you, the way they think they can get close to you. They don’t deserve you.”

“No one ‘deserves’ me!” you snap, taking a step back. “Because I’m not some prize, Kwon. I’m a person, and I’m telling you to stop.”

He follows you, closing the distance you tried to create. “You don’t understand,” he whispers. “You’re the only thing that makes sense in my life. Without you, I have nothing. No one. So no, I’m not going to stop.”

Your chest tightens as his words sink in. “Kwon... that’s not love. It’s—”

He cuts you off, his voice rising just enough to send a chill down your spine. “Don’t you dare say it’s not love. I’ve done everything for you! I’ve kept you safe, I’ve been there when no one else was, and you think this isn’t love?”

The raw intensity in his eyes makes it hard to breathe. For a moment, you wonder if this is it—if there’s no way out of this invisible cage he’s built around you.

That night, you double-check every lock in your house, pulling the curtains tightly shut. But even then, you can’t shake the feeling that you’re being watched. Every creak of the floorboards, every rustle of the wind sets your nerves on edge.

You try to distract yourself, flipping through your phone, but it only makes things worse. The texts are still there, a permanent reminder of how close Kwon is to crossing a line.

And then, there’s a knock at the window.

Your blood runs cold. Slowly, you turn your head, and your heart nearly stops when you see him standing there. His face is half-hidden in the shadows, but there’s no mistaking him.

“Kwon,” you whisper, your voice trembling.

He taps on the glass again, motioning for you to let him in. When you don’t move, he presses his palm flat against the window, his expression shifting into something almost desperate.

“Let me in, Y/n,” he says, his voice muffled by the glass. “I just want to talk.”

You shake your head, backing away from the window. “Go home, Kwon.”

“I can’t,” he says, his voice cracking. “Not without you.”

Panic surges through you as you realize he’s not going to leave. You grab your phone and dial for help, but before you can hit the call button, Kwon speaks again.

“If you call them, I’ll be gone before they get here,” he says, his tone eerily calm. “And you’ll just be alone again. Is that what you want, Y/n? To be alone?”

You freeze, your thumb hovering over the screen.

He smiles faintly, his breath fogging up the glass. “That’s what I thought.”

Your mind races, trying to figure out what to do. You can’t let him in, but you can’t ignore him, either. The longer you stay silent, the more erratic he seems to become, his calm exterior cracking to reveal the chaos underneath.

Finally, you speak, your voice shaking. “Kwon, please. If you care about me, you’ll leave.”

“I can’t,” he says again, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You’re all I have, Y/n. Don’t take that away from me.”

The silence stretches between you, suffocating and thick, as Kwon waits for your response. He doesn’t move from the window, his silhouette illuminated by the faint glow of a nearby streetlamp. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, the panic rising with every passing second.

“Kwon, just go,” you whisper, trying to sound firm despite the tremor in your voice.

He tilts his head, as if trying to decipher your words, and then his smile fades. “You don’t mean that.”

“I do,” you insist, clutching your phone tighter. “This isn’t right. You have to stop—”

Before you can finish, there’s a loud crash. Glass shatters as Kwon punches through the window, and you scream, stumbling backward. He climbs through the broken frame with terrifying ease, his movements deliberate and calm despite the chaos he’s caused.

“See?” he murmurs, brushing shards of glass from his sleeve. “You keep trying to push me away, but I always come back. Because that’s what love is, Y/n. It’s unbreakable.”

Your legs feel like jelly as you back away, your mind racing for a way out. The door. If you can just reach the door—

But Kwon is faster. In the blink of an eye, he’s in front of you, his hands gripping your shoulders firmly but not harshly. His touch sends a shiver down your spine, and you struggle against him, but it’s no use.

“Stop fighting,” he says softly, his dark eyes locking onto yours. “I don’t want to hurt you. I would never hurt you. But I can’t let you leave me.”

“Kwon, please,” you plead, your voice breaking. “This isn’t love. This is—this is wrong.”

He shakes his head, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. “You don’t understand. No one does. They all try to come between us, to take you away from me. But I won’t let that happen. I can’t.”

His grip tightens just enough to make you wince, and he notices immediately, loosening his hold. “See? I don’t want to hurt you,” he says again, as if trying to convince himself as much as you.

Your breaths come in shallow gasps as you try to think of something—anything—that will get through to him. “Kwon, if you really care about me, you’ll let me go. You’ll—”

“No,” he interrupts, his voice sharp. “You don’t get it, Y/n. Letting you go isn’t an option. I’ve already tried to be patient, to let you see how much I care. But you keep pulling away, and it’s killing me.”

He takes a deep breath, as if steeling himself, and then he looks at you with a chilling intensity. “If you won’t stay with me willingly, then I’ll just have to keep you safe myself.”

Before you can react, he moves swiftly, pulling a cloth from his pocket and pressing it over your nose and mouth. The sharp, chemical scent fills your senses, and you thrash against him, your vision blurring as the world tilts and spins.

“I’m sorry,” you hear him whisper, his voice distant and echoing. “But this is for the best. You’ll understand one day. I promise.”

Darkness engulfs you.

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

When you wake, your head is pounding, and your vision is hazy. The first thing you notice is the feeling of soft fabric beneath you—a bed. But it’s not yours.

As your eyes adjust, you take in your surroundings. The room is dimly lit, with curtains drawn tightly over the windows. The walls are bare, the furniture sparse. It’s unfamiliar, sterile, and eerily quiet.

Panic sets in as you sit up, your movements sluggish. Your wrists are bound with soft, silken rope—not tight enough to hurt, but secure enough to keep you from escaping.

And then you see him.

Kwon sits in a chair near the door, his posture relaxed but his eyes never leaving you. When he notices you’re awake, his face lights up with a smile that sends chills down your spine.

“Good morning,” he says softly, as if this were the most normal thing in the world.

“Kwon,” you whisper, your voice hoarse. “What—what is this? Where am I?”

“You’re safe,” he replies, his tone soothing. “That’s all that matters.”

“Safe?” you repeat, your voice rising. “Kwon, this isn’t safe! This is—this is kidnapping!”

He frowns, looking genuinely hurt. “Don’t say that. I’m doing this for you, Y/n. For us. You’ll see. Once you’re away from all those people who try to take you from me, you’ll understand.”

Your mind races as you try to process his words. The calmness in his voice, the way he speaks as if this is all perfectly reasonable—it’s terrifying.

“Kwon,” you say carefully, trying to keep your voice steady. “You don’t have to do this. We can fix this. You can let me go, and we’ll figure it out together.”

He shakes his head, standing and walking toward you. “You don’t get it, do you?” he murmurs, crouching beside the bed. “I can’t let you go. Not when I’ve worked so hard to keep you safe. You’re mine, Y/n. And I’m yours. No one else gets to have you.”

As he reaches out to brush a strand of hair from your face, you flinch, and his expression darkens.

“Don’t be scared,” he whispers, his voice soft but laced with steel. “I’ll never hurt you. But if anyone tries to take you from me... I’ll make sure they regret it.”

You swallow hard, realizing just how deep his obsession runs. There’s no reasoning with him, no convincing him to let you go. You’re trapped in his world now, and the only way out is to outsmart him.

But as his eyes bore into yours, filled with equal parts devotion and madness, you wonder if you’ll ever be able to escape. "Kwon, please don't do this, please." You begged and begged. Kwon met your eyes, shaking his head slowly.

"You'll learn to love me."

[bloodyboi]

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

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

[eemcintyre]

Cruel to be Kind (Terry Silver)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh?”

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

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

“Terry…”

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

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

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

“Just… please be calm.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Does he know who you’re married to?”

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

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

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

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

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

“It has everything to do with me!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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.”  

[terrence-silver]

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

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The agenda is quite simple, really:

Claim what he wants; namely, beloved.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lady-ashfade]

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