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yxami · 1 year

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pretty yandere that is obsessed with you

description: pretty yandere x gn reader, obsessiveness, stalking, general yandere stuff, kind of tsundere reader? I’ve been writing a lot of short stuff that pop up in my head, I hope you guys like it. I need to get to requests tho or else imma procrastinate lol

pretty yandere that is praised with every step he takes, an angel— no! god that blessed the eyes of those who managed to glance at him. He was gorgeous, with attributes that every mother would boast about if he was their son.

He was wealthy, kind, and most of all ethereal. He was a treasure amongst the busy city and many fell for him as soon as they saw him. He was aware of his beauty yet acted humble and kind. Well, that’s what people believed when they managed to speak to him.

The same person you saw plastered on magazines and top rated shows was sitting on your bed for the fifth time this week and it was only Wednesday. You grit your teeth, seething that he managed to break in once again.

If you could even count him getting a copy of your key from your landlord as breaking in. He always managed to sneak his way into your life somehow. All because you decided to help him.

It wasn’t even anything out of the ordinary, you just helped him pick up papers that fell when he tripped.

“Thank you! I appreciate the help” He beamed, shooting his best smile that was guaranteed to make a face go red with adoration.

“No problem” You stuck your headphones back in and waved him goodbye.

That was it. That was all you did!

He was standing there dazed, turning his head to look at you walking away. You didn’t blush? You didn’t pass out at the closeness between your face and his? You didn’t even nervously stutter at the sight of his looks?

He couldn’t believe that you could look at him, and not fall in love? It wasn’t like he was being cocky, that was just how he was raised. Every since he grew up, people were infatuated with him, so to see someone brush off their interaction with him of all people was an eye opener.

Maybe that’s why he stalked you afterwards, well not stalk! He was just coincidentally walking the same way as you. He had trouble along the way with people bothering him but he stayed determined on the task of figuring you out.

When he made it to your apartment building he was a little bummed out. Such a normal, bland building. Everything about you seemed pretty regular to him. Your clothing, your words, anything he was able to see through the balcony of your apartment when he was standing on the roof of another building.

He still decided to make it his mission to get to know more about you. He found you interesting after learning more and it resulted in him craving to know more.

“Seriously” You stared at him, not believing the audacity he had to come back even when you told him that you were going to report him to the police, which didn’t work in your favor..

The police told you they were going to investigate it but you could tell in their condescending looks that they didn’t believe one word that came out of your mouth. A famous model, actor, singer, and city’s prized possession, stalking you? That had to be one of the most ridiculous reports they’ve ever heard.

You saved yourself the embarrassment after realizing that nobody would believe you about any of these moments. It honestly shocked you though, that you own best friend fell into the crowd. She shunned you for believing her favorite model would be such a creep. It caused the falling out with her which saddened you to great lengths.

But he was a creep! He was a stupid stupid creep!

“Seriously what?” He titled his head in confusion. He was more focused on looking at your cute uniform rather than looking at your serious expression.

“Can I live one week without you bothering me? I see enough of you with your ads and shows” You walked off, finally sensing that your stomach was begging for food.

“Should I start visiting more so you get used to me? I could cancel my photo shoot tomorrow so I can visit again!” He happily spoke, as if you weren’t glaring at him from across the kitchen.

“It’s like you want me to jump off the nearest bridge” You mumbled to yourself, grabbing cereal from the cabinet.

“Don’t say that! You know I don’t like it when you say things like that” He frowned, hastily making it so you were in his arms instead of preparing your regular bowl of cereal. You could sense his warm touch wrap around your body.

“Okay, I won’t say it again. Just let me go so I can finish making my cereal” You pointed towards your empty bowl and cereal box. You were tempted to fight him and kick him out but you’ve learned to be more docile when it comes to him.

He’d probably just break in either way.

“Mkay! Y’know you can use my card any time you want, I already told you that” He kissed the top of your head. He was wondering why you always bought low quality food when you went grocery shopping. He offered to pay for everything you needed but he didn’t see anything new in your kitchen.

“I’m fine, I’ll buy my own stuff” You grabbed milk from the fridge and poured in your cereal first. You didn’t understand why he was so adamant about spoiling you.

“But.. uhm.. look at your pantry, it’s so empty! Surely you should buy more!” He was trying to be careful with his words in case you’d find it offensive for him to be pointing out the fact that you weren’t buying a lot of food.

“It’s called a minimum wage job, have you heard of that before?” Your words dripped with sarcasm as you put away the cereal and milk. He stood there awkwardly wondering if your question was rhetorical.

“…yes?” He tried smiling but it ended up as a half smile that seemed unsure just like him.

“I also have dignity and I’d like to keep it for as long as I can” You grabbed your bowl of cereal and sat down on the small dinner table to eat. It was afternoon but who says you can’t eat cereal at other times?

“I’m just trying to spoil you! I know you don’t like it but I want you to be safe and happy. If you’re not eating as much because of money then I can’t rest until I know you have a pantry full of food!” He whined, clinging onto you as if he was your worried boyfriend.

“I’m not your partner or friend. Stop worrying about me and stop coming over” You were tired of being stern with your requests that he continually ignored if it was limiting him from seeing you.

“Well, we’re something right? I talk to you and you talk to me!” He sat next to you, looking at you with puppy dog eyes. His cute and clingy demeanor made you even more annoyed. It paid to be pretty like him, you often caught yourself being persuaded.

“So people who talk to each other?” You stared blankly at him, trying not to fall for his puppy look.

“Who also hang out, kiss, and cuddle!” He brought you into his lap, nuzzling against your face.

“I told you not to bring that up! That was just because I was feeling lonely that day” You groaned in embarrassment that he mentioned that.. situation.

“You were so adorable when you asked me to cuddle, I thought it was a dream! And your shy little nuzzles against my chest” He grinned, reminiscing about the sweet moment.

“I’m not listening anymore!” You stormed off into your room, being followed by your regular shadow. He couldn’t help but laugh and tease you more along the way. You ended up getting your revenge by beating him up with one of your giant pillows afterwards.

You laid in bed wondering what you were going to do about him as he pulled you closer into his soft hug. You hated him so much! But maybe not as much as you did before.

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the-final-sif · 4 months

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Dream's Response Summary

Dream posted a response to various accusations, covering just about everything ever because he was done with this shit. I've done my best to summarize it here, but I recommend going and watching his whole video. This is going to be extremely summarized for readability and I'm only going to cover stuff I consider serious so anything about speedrunning is getting skipped.

The tl:dr is: Dream never groomed anyone or had inappropriate contact with anyone underage, he provided proof that one accuser flat out lied, and the other ""accusation"" was from a third party who was never involved. The actual supposed victim released a statement that they were never groomed, nor a victim in any way, never was asked about someone sharing information about them, and wants everyone to shut the fuck up.

Police were never actually contacted, both twitter accounts were lying about doing so to make their claims seem real. Also the supposed snapchat video shown is a very obvious fake.

He covers Manatreed, the run down is the guy was a childhood best friend he grew up with and who was struggling with homelessness. Dream helped him, and never knew about the battery charge (Manatreed had lied to him about it). When Dream spoke to Manatreed's ex girlfriend, she was very clear she never wanted any of this publicly out there, that she was happy that Dream had been helping Manatreed and she wanted the best for him.

Dream still doesn't know exactly what happened with that situation, he has since lost contract with Manatreed, all he knows is he was trying to help a childhood friend and got lied to.

The first allegation from Oxy/Anastasia, he's extremely clear they only ever messaged in twitter dms and he disproves the claim about the texts/tik tok. He has a google voice number hooked up to his tik tok account for obvious reasons, and she was showing imessage texts. This is not possible, which means she was lying.

As part of this, Dream scrolls through his twitter dms and shows he responds to fans all the time and talks to people in his community from all over. He also shows how he's friends with and has hired people that were fans of his, including people like Foolish.

He discusses Amanda, the two of them messaged on instagram back when he was a much smaller creator. He showed/posted the transcript of the two of them talking about normal stuff. They had been messaging since 2020. He did attempt to post a complete transcript of those messages, but she had deleted some of her messages and he doesn't have a way to recover them.

Dream explains that Instagram has a "feature" where if you ever reply to someone, then you literally cannot remove their ability to message you without blocking them. Something I did not know about instagram and which is fucking wild.

Since he replied to her in 2020, that meant she could message him forever and her notifications would be constantly showing up for him. He attempted to delete her messages/her ability to message him back in 2021 and showed proof of this, but realized he couldn't. Dream also in doing so accidentally deleted the context to her messages that she was a fan and basically everything prior to 2021.

Since he didn't remember her (what with the prior messages deleted), she was dmnig him from her personal account without fan content on it and was talking about being a streamer, he assumed she was a smaller streamer he knew and was talking to her as such.

They were talking about music so he gave her his personal snapchat to talk and because he wanted to get some feedback on a new song he was working on. He wanted to send the song via snapchat so he could be reasonably sure it'd stay private.

Dream categorically denies any sexting with Amanda or sexual messaging at all, he goes through why she most likely did this (he had been ignoring her messages and made a new snapchat with only close friends). He also downloaded his own data (something Amanda refused to/failed to do), went through the snapchat logs and did see some messages, but never saw either of his supposed compliments to her.

Amanda claimed Dream deleted her dms and that's why she couldn't provide any of the evidence she claimed she had, but Dream showed those same DMs very clearly undeleted. The dms were never deleted and she lied as an excuse.

Amanda lied about going to the police. Dream had his lawyers file a bunch of requests, and track down the police station that she went to based on the photo. They filed every request possible for any information with this police station, and there was no record of Amanda visiting the station or any records relating to Dream whatsoever. So either she lied about filing anything, or she told a story such that the police filed literally no paperwork whatsoever about the situation. Not even a report.

Dream sent the police station a copy of his own drivers license and Amanda's information so they could contact him if anything did come up, and nothing ever did. Nothing was filed, nobody cared.

Dream got swatted several times as a result of online harassment, including his family, and the harassment was overwhelming and awful for him.

He addresses the gumball situation, he showed up to a birthday party for a friend, gumball's VA was there and kept getting aggressive with him. While on facetime with some friends, Cantu ended up hitting Dream to impress them. Dream was obviously put off by this, but at the end of the night people ended up ubering together and Dream ended up in an uber with Cantu. He thought it'd be fine since other people were involved.

Cantu dropped his phone out the window made the uber driver pull over to look for it and got in trouble with the police. The uber driver tried to talk to Cantu about handling the police in the future, and Cantu started calling the uber driver slurs and claiming the uber driver had "down syndrome".

Dream got involved, trying to defend the uber driver, and Cantu threatened to kill him and called him slurs. Later Cantu apologized and Dream wanted to forgive him. Only later, Cantu started spreading lies about him and calling him a pedophile, so Dream realized the apology wasn't sincere and called him out for his behavior.

The third party who had been filming all of this saw what Cantu was doing lying about Dream and trying to claim none of this happened. They reached out to Dream and gave him the actual video as proof of what happened. Cantu tried to threaten them out of sending Dream the video of what happened, but they ignored him and sent them anyways. Dream also had the uber driver in his video backing up what he said.

Finally, the Jamie Allegations

Jamie is a mutual friend of several people that Dream knew, she did not post the allegations, she was never contacted about any of this she made an explicit statement that she was never groomed or a victim in any way.

Dream and Jamie meet prior to Dream being a youtuber on bbh's minecraft server, they were both fans of Skeppy. Which is why Jamie was followed by Dream, Skeppy, Vurb and some other youtubers in their friend group.

Jamie is still active online and put out her own statement, the person in the screenshots never gave permission for any of this to be put out, and they are very clear that the messages were taken out of context and that the claims made are false. The person in the screens is clear Dream is not a groomer, they never accused him of that, and that the twitter account is lying.

The snapchat video shown is very obviously fake, because snapchat just magically opens itself, there's no finger or button use interacting with the screen.

The burner account never actually contacted the police, Dream records him calling to the department they claimed to contact, and the person answering is very clear they have no contact from this person.

The supposed recent document posted is a fake convo of someone using a fake twitter account to talk to "Jamie", Jamie did not talk to them and it's just fake.

All of this was incredibly damaging for Jamie, who had no idea what was going on, and was getting harassed/stalked/having her irls contact.

Dream has also faced waves of harassment over obviously fake allegations, people have just been taking them at face value. He also shows how easy it is to fake these things as I have done.

He's been swatted, harassed, his family has been swatted and harassed, he's been scared for his own safety several times. It's been awful for him, and all based on fake shit. He's not stepping back from minecraft, but he is stepping back from twitter and no longer engaging with people behaving this way.

Also his ping pong record was undefeated.

#sif speaks #dreamwastaken #dream smp #dream #grooming mention #stalking mention #gumball #nicholas cantu #discourse #video summary #abuse mention

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untoldstar · 1 year

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yandere! pervert neighbor x fem reader

TW: yandere themes, nsfw themes, stalking, obsessive behavior.

hey everyone! kinda an intro to a new oc that I’m not completely sure I’ll write about, even though I’m writing about him I still feel repulsed by the concept but if I do write about him again his name is oliver! which is a name that popped up into my head while writing this and I was like “yep that works!” which summarizes my process of choosing oc names.

He had heard that there was new neighbor moving in soon but he didn’t care much for it, nor did he want that to happen, to him neighbors can be a nuisance sometimes but he mostly prefers to keep to himself, he was walking past his living room window and that’s when he caught a glimpse of you carrying boxes inside the house, he hasn’t even realized his movements stopping and him standing at the window watching you for several minutes.

He didn’t know why but he found himself opening his door and walking towards your house which was right in front of his, convenient, he offered you help with carrying all the boxes but he really just wanted to get closer, he didn’t know why he just wanted to be near you, you were beautiful and so pretty, nice too! unlike all the crappy neighbors that moved in before.

He was so engaged in every word you said, he didn’t want it to end, he offered his help with unpacking but you declined saying his help with carrying the boxes was more than enough, you really were an angel~ He insisted but in the end, the rational part of his brain dragged him back to his house.

His day carried on as usual but with him glancing at your window every few seconds and brainstorming excuses to see you, was there anything he had to warn you about the neighborhood? maybe the house structure? should he go traditional and bring you a pie or something? he wanted to see you again so bad.

The sky had darkened and he made his way to your door knocking, he ordered pizza that turned out to be too much for him silly him! he invited you over to hang out feeling giddy when you agree which he would never admit to out loud.

The atmosphere light and comfortable, you both spent the night talking and now you were in the middle of telling a story without noticing he had already zoned out completely, as much as he adores your voice and every single thing you say but with you both sitting so close on the couch and you looking so beautiful he can’t help but have his mind wander to him trailing his hand up your thighs, leaning close and capturing your lips between his, pulling you even closer, kisses becoming more heated and before you know it he’s above you with his tongue swirling with yours, groaning as he grinds his cock against you, his hand slowly trailing down into your pants to feel just how wet you are for him-

He blinks and breathes in a sharp inhale when he hears you curse out, jesus he had to calm down, it was getting late and you had to go home, as much as he loves spending time with you he desperately had to make you leave before you notice his cock getting hard.

Once you leave he cleans up and heads upstairs, when he’s done with his night routine and gets under the bed covers, a light switching on from your bedroom catches his attention, sitting up he realizes he almost has a perfect view of your bedroom window from here! he smiles softly when you come in to his view, no longer pushing away the feeling rising up in his chest. His eyes widen when you your hands grab the hem of your shirt and lift it over your head, you only had a lamp on so you weren’t exposed to the entire street but he definitely could see you with how close your houses were. You moved down to take off your pants and underwear then bent down to pick up the shirt you left in the ground, fuck, were you doing this on purpose? you must be, you must know that he can see you right now, that he’s watching your every move his eyes not letting a single inch of your body escape his gaze, you must know that he won’t be able to sleep a wink tonight from the image you’ve engraved into his mind, he could see himself being in your room right now sitting in the bed with you on top of him, bouncing on his cock as he groped every inch of you-

This was so wrong, he knew that he knew how wrong it was for him to sit there and watch you in your most vulnerable state but he can’t take his eyes off of you no matter what your doing, he feels hypnotized. He sat and watched you until your lights finally went out, he’s your neighbor after all and neighbors look after eachother right?

part 2

#yandere #yandere blog #obsessive yandere #yandere neighbor #fem reader #male yandere #oc #yandere oc #yandere neighbor x reader #yandere x reader #stalking mention #obsession #tw yandere #neighbor x reader #why do I name my oc’s like they’re goldfish

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just-antithings · 7 days

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“don’t follow me if you’re into dark stuff” posts about yellowjackets among other pieces of media that could reasonably be considered dark

#mod erin #just anti things #image #dni hall of shame #abuse mention #stalking mention

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mod-jazzy · 6 months

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What’s been going on, a summary

Hello everyone I have finally decided to speak about something that’s been happening with me lately.

I’m tired of scooting around it and being vague.

For nearly the past two years, I’ve had a stalker. Stalking my blogs, what I say in public servers, what I say on other websites, etc etc.

I left servers over them, i even gave up servers I used to run because of this.

I often turn off my ask boxes and DMs at random to avoid getting harassed further or to attempt to “stop it” for a short amount of time. Just for a moment of peace.

Earlier this year I left all servers and whatnot after receiving a threat of doxxing me. I got afraid and stressed so I just left without saying why. I cut off social contact for the most part without saying why. I was scared and stressed and overwhelmed by it all.

But yesterday, after getting a onslaught of messages spread across my blogs. I was in fact, doxxed and received several threats on my partners life.

We are fine however. My partner is fine and I am fine (as I can be given the circumstances). I just wanted to state that, we are fine.

We have support and are dealing with it behind the scenes. We are fine aside from me being (reasonably) a bit emotional over it.

I do not know who the individual is. I’m primarily harassed and sent threats via anon or burner accounts. So, it’s led to me being quite paranoid around people and what I say and do.

Hence why I left servers and why I don’t talk to anyone anymore. It’s made me paranoid and afraid. Because I just! Do not know who. I just don’t know.

I don’t know what I even did to this person. I don’t know why they haven’t chosen to just block me if they don’t like me. I don’t get it and I’m tired of trying to reason with them or understand.

So. As of now.

All my inboxes are closed to asks for the time being. As well as making my DMs to be “mutuals only” since there isn’t entirely a “close DMs” option.

They won’t be closed forever and I do still plan on answering any asks/interactions I’ve already gotten. I just am keeping everything closed for a bit. I am merely trying to limit how much they can harass me for the time being. I hope you all understand.

So that’s, what’s been happening with me.

I’ve been trying to avoid speaking publicly out of fear of being doxxed, but that happened anyways.

So I don’t know what’ll happen after me posting this, if it’ll get worse or not. Whatever happens, happens I suppose.

Again, I want to reiterate that my partner and I are fine. We are dealing with it and handling it behind the scenes.

I’m just, speaking publicly about it now to explain my rather, erratic behavior over the past year.

Sorry for the long and sudden serious post, but after discussing it with others, we think that maybe me posting about it publicly will help.

Again, apologies for dropping this suddenly, just unsure on what else to do here.

I’ll still be around, lurking and quietly working on content. But I’m just going to have my asks/DMs mostly turned off to hinder the amount of harassment I can get for the time being.

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TLDR: I have a stalker, they doxxed me and sent specific threats on my partners life. If I close my askboxes and whatnot, it’s to attempt to avoid further harassment

#ooc #mod jazzy #delete later #stalking mention #doxxing mention #I’ll try to avoid constantly posting about this #I feel bad enough for the sheer amount my family and friends have had to hear about this after all this time #but I’m also tired of being vague like I’m some kind of riddler #I kept quiet out of fear of the worst happening BUT it happened anyways #ngl!! scared shitless posting about this!!!

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schizoid-culture-is · 3 days

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szpd is wanting to stalk ppl bc it could be fun but realizing ppls lives are boring

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#written-by-kafka #stalking mention #schizoid culture is #szpd #scpd #schizoid #schizoid pd #schizoid personality disorder #personality disorder #cluster a #cluster a pd

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missbunnybunny · 11 months

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~◇✴𝔖𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔅𝔦𝔯𝔡 ✴ ◇~

Don't you like your new home, my little songbird?

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this is my first Yandere story, I hope you like it. the reader is genderneutral. There is only one use of y/n, and for the rest of the story, you're referred to by you or Songbird.

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Everything was just so dull. no matter the work he took, be it singing, acting, or other gigs, it was so bland. so when his assistant told him of his next photo shoot, he smiled and said, “Sure, I’ll be right there.” But it was just another fake smile, forced, fake, emotionless, empty.

When he first became a model, it was like a dream come true! he had the face of a natural-born star. ever since he was a little kid, people would compliment him. “ Oh, Elle! you're so cute.” one of his mother’s friends would say, or “I wish my kids looked like you.” another spoke.

His job was great at first, then great turned into good, good turned into nice, until it finally became boring. his smile started to fade until it just became a mask he wore. entering the photo shoot site, he expected the usual. and by usual, he meant a bratty, entitled model, thinking they were so high and mighty because they had money and a shoot with him.

But he could care less. One thing he never lost when he became famous was his kindness. Money never got to his head. He was just glad to have a roof and food. so when he finally got out of the car and set foot in his changing room, he wasn't expecting much.

The stylist curled his wolf cut a little, making sure his red peekaboo hair dyed could be visible in the photos. after his hair was done, his face was next. he didn’t need any make-up, just some light bush, and he was set. His light skin having its natural glow along with the brush was enough.

He was honestly glad that he didn’t have to take off his piercings. It would have been a pain. but that didn’t mean that he was safe from that either. they gave him 5 earrings to change into. They didn’t look bad. he might ask to keep them after the shoot.

His first ear piercings were a pair of silver 4-star earrings, the second was a star stud earring, and his last piercing, which was on his Hilix, was a heart hop earring he didn’t have to change his tongue piercing for today's shoot. his hazel eyes looked at his reflection in the mirror, and he looked empty.

He was wearing a black button-up shirt, black dress pants, and black dress shoes. he could hear some of the staff members whispering that he looked like a prince. ‘ he looks so handsome’ or ‘he so my type.’ When he walked out of the fitting room to walk around a little, he had to wait for his partner to be done.

He was standing next to the wall while looking at his phone, scrolling through insta. He snapped out of his daze when he heard soft humming. he hadn't realized he was next to the other fitting room’s door. it sounded like soft rain on a rainy day. He loved it. It was so calming to his heart.

One of your assistants asked what song you were humming to, “Oh, it’s inhale exhale by AURORA.” he was stunned. Your voice was like that of an angel. How could a person have such a lovely voice? It was music to his ears.

It wasn't long before you stepped out of your fitting room and by the gods the way you looked at him. He thought you were the most ethereal being he had ever seen. You were like a work of art. His chest started to tighten, and his heart beat faster. ‘ What is this feeling?’ he thought while still looking at you.

He extended his hand to you, “ Am Elliot Achillies, nice to meet you.” he had a small smile on his face. you looked up at the tall man. He was stunning, but that’s expected of a model. “ Hello, my name is y/n. it’s also nice to meet you, mister Elliot.” You spoke while shaking his hand. How nice and polite you are. his name has never sounded so beautiful until they left your lips, he wanted to heard you say it more.

You were so small, your hand compared to his was sending him over the edge. your touch was warm, it was like fire to his skin, “ just call me Elle, Songbird” his smile became bigger. He kissed the back of your hand, the way your eyes slowly widened at his action. oh, you're so cute!

Your outfit matched his perfectly. You could make a wonderful couple. he heard the director call him over to explain the photo shoot and the poses. He half listened while looking down at you. I wasn’t until he heard the director again “Alright, that’s all. I hope we can run this smoothly. Everyone into position!” He yelled, slightly making you jump. Every expression you made was making his heart beat even faster than the last. how could you be this adorable!

You and him got set to the first pose, your hand on his chest and his hand on your waist. he looked at the camera with a small smile while you looked at it with a more natural look. In every photo that was taken, he held your waist slightly tighter. Until you looked up at his mouth slightly open and wide eyes, a slight bush on your face.

He was drinking up your expression so much that he didn’t realize he had a genuine smile on his face. he was in his own world looking at you. He pulled you closer until your faces were almost touching. you didn’t know what you were doing to him. “ If you look at me so cute, I might just eat you, my little Songbird.” He thought. he was a true wolf in sheep's clothing, but it couldn't hurt being a sheep a little longer.

Soon, the photo shoot was over. You were on the phone with your friend. talking about your upcoming Biology exam and English essay. This intrigues him. You were a college student? Oh, the more he learned about you, the more he wanted to know you. He was like a starving man. the more he got, he couldn’t fill his stomach because he was always hungry. He just couldn’t get enough.

He soon realized he was in love with you, all the magazine photos that you were both in together he had in his room. He would stalk you on social media, figuring out your college. after a month, he knew your schedule, your friends, your family, everything about you.

He knew it was wrong, that he had an unhealthy obsession with you. he loves you, and you’ll never meet another like him. he has been to your room and even laid down in your bed while looking at pictures you had of your friends. he had some fantasies of having you pin under him, watching your face as his hands run up and down your body. it had him brushing like a schoolgirl with a crush. Can’t you see what you're doing to him?

He stopped taking any modeling deals and said that he would only do it with you. he knew you were only a part-time model and that you used the job when you needed the money. why not kill two birds with one stone? You get some extra money, and he gets his songbird a win-win.

Oh, how he wishes he could cut your wings and keep you in a cage. where only his eyes could see your angelic face, only his ears could hear the melody of your voice. But most of all, only his hands could touch your body. You belonged to him and only him.

So little songbird, LOVE ME, LOVE ME, LOVE ME, LOVE ME MORE THAN YOU POSSIBLY CAN. He loves you to the point of going mad, so why are you throwing away his love letters? You're breaking his poor heart, won’t you kiss it better? better yet sing to him how much you love him, won’t you Songbird?

YOU DO LOVE HIM RIGHT, SONGBIRD? RIGHT.

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whumpshaped · 7 months

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AMBAC Lore — Humans, and how to stay human

table of contents:

humans' place in the ecosystem

hunters

police

spotting a vampire

what if the vampire spotted you?

blood loss and aftercare

back home

tw unreality, mind control, dubious advice, definitely suggestive nsfw, dubcon biting, second person pov and you're absolutely the whumpee, stalking mention, it's all light-hearted though enjoy

so... humans.

humans' place in the ecosystem

it might be a bit of a hard pill to swallow, but with the first vampire appearing, humans lost their place on top of the pecking order. constantly looking over your shoulder, flinching away from cats in shadows... it's a difficult existence, sometimes. but don't fall victim to the promise of a better life after death! just because you now have to fear your blood and mind being stolen, that doesn't mean life can't be enjoyed!

humans can still do many things, like work day jobs and hand their salary over to the vampire who enthralled them, eat nutritious food to support their body and produce better blood, possibly even get so entangled as to willingly give their life and join their master in immortality– what?

hunters

so, about ways to stay human. hunters aren't really your best bet... i mean, have you ever even seen one in real life? sometimes there's one or two, travelling alone or with another fool, trying to exact revenge or free an enthralled family member... but they rarely ever protect ordinary people, do they? nor are they very successful in clearing out entire vampire dens. not when the vampires of any respectable city will come together in a joint effort to toy with the poor things.

i'd recommend staying away from them altogether. those cross-waving, crossbow-shooting demons will sooner take out your eye than an actual vampire. and you don't want to get mixed up with them, god forbid! if a vampire saw you talking to them, they might just grab you for a chat afterwards to tell you all about why that was a decision they disapprove of. you don't want that, do you?

police

as for the police, well... i'd recommend spending your time better than to try and file a case with them about vampires. they know the pecking order. they're not hunters. sure, they say they're launching a new hunter-training program for the new recruits, but are they really? how many of the officers do you think are enthralled? the one saying that might've been.

plus, they know very well how enticing a bloodbag from the police force is. it's cheap bribe for a vampire, one no officer could refuse, and everybody knows that. they already have a target on their backs, so why would they go looking for trouble?

well, if you decide to file the case anyway, prepare for it to be thrown out. don't say i didn't warn you.

spotting a vampire

now that we've got the useless things out of the way, let's start with the actual guide. first and foremost, you need to learn to spot a vampire. you might think you know exactly how to do that; vampires are so visibly different, whatever could go wrong?

you. you could go so, so wrong. do you really trust your little human eyes? your little human ears? your little human mind? you'd be silly to. how many vampires have you spotted so far? yeah, think on that for a moment. they're there, i promise you — but you just don't know how to look for them, leading you to believe you're safe until there's a pair of fangs in your neck.

so... how do you see through the charm? how do you snap out of enthrallment? how do you spot something perfectly camouflaged? how do you keep yourself safe from something you could never see coming, something that will convince you that you do want those mesmerising, sharp fangs in your pretty neck, sinking deep and making you feel so, so good–

uh, we're working on it. it'll be in the next edition. i'm sure you can figure out something until then, to hold you over!

what if the vampire spotted you?

well, lucky you!

i mean–

you're in a dark alley, and you're suddenly cornered by an eerie presence. or a comforting one, depending on how they feel that day. one way or the other, you realise that a vampire had set their sights on you — too late.

you have a couple options, if... you know, you're not too charmed and enthralled out of your mind to say anything but 'yes, master, i'd love for you to drink'. you can either say yes on your own, or, well... try to say no, i guess?

at this point you're probably pinned against a wall, not entirely against your will, and really, there's little you can actually do. but you can always hope and pray that the vampire who got you isn't feeling that peckish! maybe they could let you go and get another human a bit later, right? unless it's close to dawn, in which case — why are you even out? are you trying to become a last minute snack?

blood loss and aftercare

so... that didn't work out in your favour, did it? i suppose it kind of did, in a way. i'm sure you enjoyed yourself. but now it's time to take care of yourself, so grab that just-in-case-vampire-pick-me-up bar of chocolate you have in your bag, and wash it down with some sweet, sugary tea.

you packed those before leaving the house at night, right? of course you did. i'm sure you're also well-hydrated, since that makes the blood flow easier, and it makes everything nicer for your master–

well, i suppose that's not a requirement.

try not to fall on your way home. you can try to alert other humans around you, but that vampire is probably long gone anyway, so there's really no point. as for asking for help, please refer back to sections 2 and 3 about hunters and the police.

do make sure the vampire closed your wounds and you're not actively bleeding. that's important. if you are bleeding, put a bandaid on it while it stops! if it bruises really badly, you might want to ice it.

back home

you look at yourself in the mirror, admiring the twin wounds on your neck and the deep purple bruise around it. you wonder whether your master liked the blood; whether they followed you home just to see where you live, just to have the option to visit. whether they wanted more. whether they would come knocking.

you're not alone! it's just the lingering effect of the enthrallment, don't even worry about it. but if the vampire does come knocking, remember M.I.N.E.: My home Is Not for you to Enter (unless you ask nicely in which case i might seriously consider it because really that bite was something i can barely put into words and i've been thinking about it ever since so if you really wanted to enter i could invite you in i'm just making sure you know it's not an obligation or anything!)

remember, they can't draw an invitation from you by enthrallment! so make sure to speak up on your own! i mean–

but really. being human does have its perks. how else would you feed your master?

#at my beck and call #vampire whump #unreality #mind control #dubious advice #suggestive #citrus scale #stalking mention #ambac lore

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kinard-buckley · 5 months

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a thought (or two) on found 1x11

apologies for armchair psychoanalyzing BUT: the show is still playing coy, imo, but after 1x11 it def comes off to me like they've been writing sir as being erotomanic wrt gabi (i'm basing this observation on him seeing her notebook doodles, believing they were about him with no logical reason for it, and imagining a bond between them that didn't exist). or maybe it didn't start that way for him, but he ended up becoming romantically/psychosexually obsessed with her during his years of stalking her, or whatever. but that's how it's coming off. (thinking also about his comment during the episode with the stalker, when he told gabi that stalkers stalked because of an unfulfilled fantasy, and then trent revealing to gabi in a later episode that sir stalked her for 20 years.)

i get they don't want to go TOO dark because it's network tv and all, but i've been suspecting this since at least 1x2 (if that was the episode with the stalker, i don't really remember) and the flashback scenes tonight kind of confirmed it for me.

i might come up with actual thoughts or meta on tonight's episode. just wanted to get that out of my brain rn, lol.

#found nbc #nbc found #hugh evans #stalking mention #found spoilers #text

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roleplayfinder · 1 month

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🕊 hey, 21F adv.lit–novella discord writer here who is looking to reignite her love for collaborative writing by engaging in a dark romance rp full of intense drama, sizzling emotions, and electrifying chemistry. i'm a little out of practice, but i can write multiple discord messages worth of content, hitting up to 2–6+ messages as an experienced novella writer. though, i'm also university student with a job, so i do reply at a relaxed pace (once or twice per week-ish), but i'm decently quick with OOC and employ a very lax reply policy for my partners (meaning you can do you with no worries). i will happily engage in lots of headcanoning, sharing aesthetics, tiktoks, ideas, and planning for rps, and i love to get that same enthusiasm in return !! don't be dry, contribute, and we'll get on well !! i can send pages of headcanons, and i will screech over our ocs, so let's fangirl together !!

an added note is that complex, imperfect, twisted, and flawed ocs are my bread and butter, and darker/villainous characters will always have my heart. so this is a love letter to all of y'all with a preference for writing well-developed, fucked-up ocs, your darlings have a safe haven with me. seriously, all my girlies are very far from cliche, and they're often decently messed-up, so i love it when i feel love&worry for your ocs cuz that's how you'll feel about my crazy darlings. i'm fine with dead-dove & darker themes (my only hard no is big age-gaps, ED's and incest, all other dark themes are welcome), other specifics like limits/kinks/rules can be discussed in dms.

idea-wise, i recently created twin sister ocs with a very interesting backstory, tons of darkness, and a codependent enmity. i'd love to write them within something akin to a mumu-esque rp– as in, writing two storylines within a shared timeframe/plot, two romances that are entwined, four characters that will overlap into each others lives and become tightly knit as either a 'found family' or 'clashing enemies'. so, it's like this: characters a/b and c/d may be our romantic pairings, but a/c are sister's with a complex set of issues to work through while b/d could be brother's, friends, rivals, etc (i'll leave that up to you, but i'd love if your two ocs also have a history) and we can have moments where their plotlines overlap where a/d might have a friendship moment, b/c may have a enmity storyline, while still writing a/b and c/d as main pairings.

note: a little cliche, but as of now, i am someone who prefers playing F roles within the MxF pairing, and also prefers to write with other F/nb writers (mdni).

themes i'm interested in: old money with criminal entanglements, different flavours of fucked-up characters, morally-questionable actions, rich kids gone wild, dark academia in university/high society, possessive/obsessiveness, stalking, power imbalances, blackmail, old money vs new money, music/art scene (kpop vibes, rock scene, industry harshness, scandals) contrasted with corporate/business. my ocs will be east asian so kdrama/cdrama vibes are also welcome. dark romance is a must.

react if interested, and i'll get back to you asap.

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#eighteen and over #oc #oc roleplay #oc rp #dark romance #dark romance roleplay #dark romance rp #stalking mention

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yxami · 11 months

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Yandere streamer? some nsfw at the end bc hehe

description: yandere streamer x gn reader, obsession, possessiveness, stalking, jealousy, nsfw, masturbation, mentions of daily stalking, yandere stuff like usual

Yandere streamer that sees you in his chat every week like clock work. You loved how positive and carefree he was when he played games. He didn’t care whether he lost or not, he was just playing for fun.

You confidently called yourself his biggest fan, and sometimes he even replied to your comments. You never donated or anything, so you expected him to forget about your existence since he had so many fans.

But you were wrong, he knew who you were. He knew how you would be the first to watch every one of his streams, even with the messages flooding in he always looked for yours. He thought you were a regular fan, one that would stay in the confinement of his stream and his only.

Until he started stalking your page wondering why you weren’t the first to join like always. Once he saw you were viewing another popular streamer he was so mad he ended his stream. He was annoyed that he had to come up for a reason on why he ended it.

Right after, he joined on an unknown alt of his into the stream you were watching. He saw your comments that you quickly typed in, the ones that cheered on someone else. It made him so jealous he decided to do something about it.

Sure you were just a regular fan, but you’re supposed to only watch him! He didn’t make content just for his regular viewers to go view someone else’s. Especially someone like them! They didn’t even seem interesting yet you were commenting just like you would in his stream.

He thought it was a one time thing, a little slip up, until he saw you watching their stream more and more! He was so jealous and angry, you weren’t even worth getting worked up about!

He decided to learn more about you so he could cool off, he needed to since his brain worried about some stupid stranger on the internet. He shouldn’t act like this over one silly viewer.

His programming classes and interest in computers made it easier for him to learn how to hack a few months ago, he never thought he’d actually put the knowledge to use. Hacking into your computer and seeing from your camera was rather easy once he refreshed his brain.

He was a little nervous to see you, he knew that he planned to find more about you but his anxious feelings still continued. His stomach felt queasy when he clicked the final button that would pop up the view from your camera.

He at first avoided looking, quickly shutting his eyes before he could see. Once he felt like he was ready he looked at his screen. He saw your focused expression, your big eyes scanning your screen. It almost looked like you were looking at him!

He absorbed your beautiful look until you smiled.. It caused him to immediately shut off his computer. He was too embarrassed and nervous to watch another second of you.

He thought he would feel better after seeing what you looked like but it only seemed to strengthen the endless curiosity that wanted to see more of you. His mind kept replaying that moment, how you smiled and the way your adorable eyes watched the screen.

He knew you were probably watching a stupid video, maybe even that persons stream but he was too distracted with your face to pay attention to that.

He fussed around in his comfortable bed, unable to fall asleep, only able to think about you.

Because of this short little clip of you, he looked into your camera more frequently. He knew he shouldn’t have continued, he knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t stop.

He wondered what to do with your little obsession with the streamer. You weren’t the first viewer to his streams anymore, and it saddened him. He ended up with the great idea to play more games you liked, sometimes even ones that nobody really knew about that you liked.

It caused you to hyper fixate on him, happily watching his streams on your computer, even more now that he was using his secret tactic.

His daily visits to your camera eventually rewarded him with a jaw dropping view. One that he would never expect to see.

You were on your back, pushing two fingers into your wet hole, muffled moans being pressed into the pillow you bit on, it was obvious you were trying to be quiet. You must’ve wanted him to see, you must’ve! You were right in the middle of your bed and your computer showed a complete view of you.

He watched you for a few more moments, before he could feel a bulge form in his pants, he was already hard and a minute didn’t even pass. It wouldn’t be so bad if he watched for a little longer, right?

He watched you squirm at your own touch, your face was red, with a vibrator pressing against a sensitive spot.

He practically drooled over the view as he took his cock out, whimpering once he saw your face more than before. Your cute pants and lustful expression sent strange feelings in his stomach.

He pumped his cock up and down, trying to match your fingers speed. He felt a little overwhelmed after starting so fast but he couldn’t stop. Especially with your mewls gaining in volume.

He bit his lip, keeping in as much grunts as he could before ultimately succumbing to his sexual pleasure. He had a tight grip on his cock, trying to imagine that it was your hole surrounding it.

You gasped for air as you pushed another finger in, trying to satisfy your greedy hole. You used your other hand to press the vibrator closer to your opening, teasing your body even more.

You were brimming with sensitivity, but you ignored all signs of it as much as you could. You mumbled small curses, feeling a little embarrassed that you were so desperately chasing your high.

God, he couldn’t believe he was already close to cumming, this view was too good not to! He never felt such a rush from watching someone please themselves. This was different though, it was you, it was his biggest fan.

His biggest fan that was granting him this heavenly view. His moans were almost matching yours as dirty thoughts ran through his head.

He jerked his cock much faster than before, perfectly matching your pace, watching your every move as you shoved your fingers deeper inside you. He panted and whimpered, closing his eyes and focusing on the image of you riding his cock.

He moaned for one final time as he came at the same time as you, you were breathless as your cum shot out of you. He opened his eyes to see his fluids covering his screen, he shot his cum all over the live video of you.

It was plentiful and extremely sticky. You must’ve really gotten a rise out of him if he managed to cum on his keyboard too.

He groaned knowing it would be annoying to clean his computer and keyboard. He clicked off from viewing you. Well, after he watched you for a few more minutes.

He got up and shut off his computer, getting ready to clean everything. He was still wondering why he was doing all of his while he scrubbed his keyboard down. You were supposed to be his viewer after-all, not him.

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Thinking my biggest concern with this “official” mods business, is how The Sims Team is very intrinsically using the word “safe” in how they describe it, and that's bad... and lemme tell you why...

This is a sentiment they’ve been building for a long time now, and goes as far back as The Sims 2 days, when there were some folks who didn’t download mods or cc from any place that didn’t seem obviously aligned with Maxis or EA ( shit they still do it now, as I recently bumped into a tweet that legit thought the sharing of tray files means it's from a pirated game, and therefore the files are "dangerous" ), hence the rise of sites like The Sims Resource, that I believe at one point even got into trouble for using official logos and marketing material, and generally passing themselves off as an affiliate, while taking people’s money for content, which technically didn’t follow EULA.

However the general distaste some players had for spaces like TSR ( mind you this was in their "members only" era ), and preference for sites like Mod The Sims ( a site made by simmers for simmers that hosted content for free ) inevitably changed the eco system. LJ and forums became havens for a lot of the custom content people put in their games, and also offered a sense of community that TSR couldn’t.

With the release of The Sims 3 came with change however, to how cc was distributed, as much as how players communicated. Many creators migrated from forums to blogspot or tumblr mainly, trading out a community focused platform for one more personal ( similar to LiveJournal ). So many were hosting their own content, their own way on file sharing sites, but with self moderation, unfortunately came the downsides of it.

Though MTS was still quite popular for much of The Sims 3's life span, self moderation had opened the door to self monetization, thus incentivizing creators to move away from sites like MTS, and TSR, and instead adopt ads, and link shorteners like ad-fly. Obviously they didn't garner as much profit as TSR creators, but it was a simple and easy way to generate some kind of money off of their work... problem was... it wasn't safe, and neither was TSR at that point.

When TSR took down their members only model, likely due to pressure from EA and their sudden changes in EULA, they had to find other ways to generate profit, and thus the introduction of ads, so, so many ads... so many that some people complained it would slow down their computers, and some, if clicked on accidently, which tbh wasn't hard with how they were interlaced in seemingly every element on the website, worries of malware and virus began cropping up, by no real surprise, anyone who's grown up during the rise of the internet knows that ads = viruses. This is all just very ingrained in online culture, there's a reason why ad-blockers have been a thing since 4ever.

This didn't seem to stop TSR however, let alone creators who attached their downloads to ad-fly, and therefore once again I bring this conversation around to the word "safe".

I have been around long enough, and in the modding scene long enough to know that mods, no matter where you get them will never be safe. Much of modding was niche and fringe for a lot of gaming history, hence why it was so, and still is predominately overwhelmed by adult/erotic mods... like with pirating games, it's just always had this very, very big stigma around it, and with the recent issue of Patreon creators using manipulation tactics, and data stalking causing such a big kerfuffle in the community, that it got to the likes of EA themselves to finally decide to put their foot down on the whole issue ( and then pull it up idk ??? lol ) it all seems just so very... coincidental to me.

This isn't the first time either, there was the putting viruses in files shared with anti-paywall sites, hall passes written out by "lawyers" to excuse bad behavior, the TSR debacle, the p*do mod debacle, the LoversLab having to scrub their forum of "questionable mods" debacle, the DMCA's, the doxxing, the deleted blogs, the list goes on honestly, it's just been such a mess. Then, while all this was going on, whatever EA offered as a "safe space" for downloading user created content wasn't honestly any better.

The Sims Exchange was a mixed bag, a lotta times you'd download sims or homes with broken or corrupt cc attached, and lord knows what else... people would reupload content by other people without their consent, or even credit, which by no surprise at all ended being the same exact issue that eventually inundated The Sims 4 Gallery, not to mention the comments section being used to harass users.

tldr; modding will never truly be safe, the fact that the word "safe", this rather bold promise coming out of EA's mouth of all companies is even going to be remotely believed, bc some Sims YouTuber says it's also "safe", just really rubs me the wrong way, and says a lot about how true a statement it actually is. They're trying to stigmatize the modding community again... who's trustworthy, and who isn't trustworthy... who's good, and who's evil, and all for their own benefit... bc when the hell has EA ever once done anything, that wasn't mostly for their own benefit?

#pedophillia mention #stalking mention

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hellshire-harlot · 4 months

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Hi, I wanted to ask if you think that Wesker preyed on Rebecca given the existence of her easter egg and RE0 Wesker Mode? I came across different opinions from he's a creep to they are only non canon goofs and I am still uncertain about it. Personally I really hope that they have no deeper canon meaning because Wesker being attracted to a 18 year old would be very creepy.

Sorry for bothering you!

heya! Thanks for the question :)

My short answer is no, I don’t think Wesker was being creepy or preying on Rebecca. Rebecca is also almost certainly over the age of 20, given she’s a licensed police officer, medic, and member of STARS.

My personal interpretation of the photo of Rebecca hidden in Wesker’s desk is that, given the pose Rebecca made for the picture, it was less of Wesker creeping on her and more him crushing on her.

Rebecca’s countenance in the photo, and the fact that she’s intentionally posing, implies that she was fully aware and consenting to the shoot. If anything, the pose she’s in could imply she’s aware of the suggestiveness of the picture, and is playfully leaning into it. I’m not familiar with Rebecca’s past before STARS, but there’s plenty of explanations for why the photo exists.

Maybe it was a promotional thing for STARS. Maybe Rebecca used to be part of a sports team. Maybe it was a personal photo of hers that she and a few friends were just having fun with. Maybe she did some kind of modeling gig for a magazine or something. If Wesker had truly been creeping on her, even stalking her, I’m certain the photograph would have looked a bit more candid. He’s more than capable of sneaking his way, say, into her house and taking pictures of her while she sleeps, but this isn’t a candid photo. It’s Rebecca posing and smiling for the camera.

As for why it’s in Wesker’s desk? Any number of reasons. My personal headcanon is that Wesker has a crush on Rebecca and came upon this photo one way or another, and hid it in his desk as a guilty pleasure. The fact that it’s so well hidden (in both versions of Re2, Leon has to search the desk 50 times before the undeveloped photo is found) implies either that Wesker was worried about being caught by someone going through his things (unlikely, given his status and reputation that would scare off anyone snooping in his office) or that he’s embarrassed about his crush and is intentionally squirreling it away from himself.

Some other little tidbits I know of that may point to Wesker crushing on Rebecca (and it maybe even being mutual) are even present in the games. Wesker very intentionally shoots Rebecca directly in the chest, where he likely knew she would be wearing a bulletproof vest and would remain relatively unharmed. The amount of admiration STARS has for him implies that he’s a diligent captain, so he probably would have double checked before the mission began to make sure Rebecca was wearing her gear, including said bulletproof vest. The fact that he very deliberately shot her in a way he knew wouldn’t be fatal or even leave a lasting wound when he could have easily killed her on the spot implies that for whatever reason, Wesker didn’t want Rebecca dead. He spares people in RE1 pretty much exclusively if they’re useful to him; Barry because he’s the one Wesker’s blackmailing, Chris because he genuinely admires him and seemingly wants to recruit him to his side, and Jill because she was just to resilient for him to kill. But why else would he spare Rebecca, someone relatively unassuming when compared to Chris, unless he had a soft spot for her?

I could go on for hours about how Rebecca’s career path post-Arklay and her choice to become an influential scientist may have been her way of dealing with the grief of her crush, Wesker, being a traitor, or how the admiration she holds for him could be more than just strictly platonic, but this is already a long post. Hopefully this answered your question!

#Rebecca Chambers #Albert Wesker #Resident Evil #Biohazard #Rebecca Chambers X Albert Wesker #Do they have a ship name?#Rebesker #Thats what I’m going with #Lore #theories #anonymous #asks #The Glenvale Courier #stalking mention

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everytime i see "proship dni" at the end of a fandom post, i love being like "why are you in the ____ fandom and an anti?" because this shit can be applied everywhere!

fnaf? uhh the child murderer fandom?

mlb? uhh the attempted child muderer fandom? the stalking your crush and memorizing his schedule fandom?

cookie run? uhh the literal cooked flour and water fandom?

pokemon? uhh the dog fight fandom?

tmnt? these guys are teenagers (which are children)(which means nothing can ever happen to them ever, even when they're adults (they were children at one point, correct?!)) and from what i know, there is one iteration where it showed incest in a positive light and another that showed age gaps/minor x adult in a positive light.

clone high? bro its all clones, youre one step away from clone fucking and GASP selfcest is legal!!

rick and morty? incest is literally canon in this show, fuck you mean "proship dni"

south park? . youre joking, right.

It's literally the funnest thing to do. Add on with your own fandoms! /lh /nf

lmao

#mod erin #ask #just anti things #dni hall of shame #incest mention #selfcest mention #stalking mention #murder mention #child murder mention

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whumpacabra · 4 months

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26. Phone Home

Assumed dead, back from the dead, angst, fear for loved ones safety, stalking mention, referenced past torture and captivity

AU Masterpost / Previous / Next

“Can I use the phone?” Harrison hovered at the guest room door, the rest of the house alien to him. He had passed through the kitchen briefly but that had been hours ago, and he had been moving a haze of grief and rage and apathy.

Crazy Dan looked up from his mug, eyeing Harrison suspiciously.

“You need to rest.“

“I can’t - not - I just - please.” Harrison scanned the older man’s face, the silvery five o’clock shadow and the crows feet at his eyes. Dan’s expression only hardened.

“Son, Thomas told us enough to know you’re in deep shit. Sure you want to drag someone else in with you?”

Harrison opened his mouth then closed it. He hesitated, then sighed.

“I should at least warn them then, shouldn’t I?” Harrison glanced at the fridge, a framed black and white photograph of a young pair of twin brothers. The date was smudged, but it was taken in the 50s. “They’re going to be targeted - or at the very least kept under observation - no matter if I call them or not.”

“Sure they won’t do anything stupid?”

“Well, no. My sister…actually, I don’t know.” Harrison wrung his hands, scarred skin softened by soap and time in the shower. “I don’t know what they told her. But I know if I tell her to watch her back and be smart, she will.”

“Need me to step out?” Dan nodded to the door, cradling his coffee closer. Harrison picked up the landline phone, thick plastic heavy in his hand.

“I don’t really care - you’ve seen me hysterical and covered in blood. If I cry, I cry.”

Dan huffed, an amused sound as he picked up the newspaper and took another sip of coffee.

“Alrighty then. Pay me no mind.”

Harrison dialed, the tone of each number building pressure in his chest. What if no one was home? It was - what time was it? Was there a time zone difference? What day of the week was it? He glanced at the fridge again, the February calendar marked for Tuesday the 29th. Christ, he had no idea if anyone would pick up - Katie had Tuesdays and Thursdays off but her schedule could have changed -

It rang once. Twice. If no one picked up he would hang up. No use leaving something for the wrong person to find.

There was a click as the third ring was interrupted.

“Hello?” He almost didn’t recognize the voice on the other end of the line. Part of him blamed the thin veil of static, part of him knew it was just the time he had lost.

“Hi Mel.” He cleared his throat, voice cracking uncomfortably. “Mel, is mom home? I - ”

“You’re not - oh God, why do you sound like - ”

“Mel, honey I know it’s - ” The line went dead. Harrison punched the number again, shrugging off the concerned glance from Dan.

“Hi, Mel, it’s me - ”

“You’re not Uncle Harry.” Her voice trembled, the way it did when she woke from a nightmare and snuck into the basement to watch him play Mario Bros until she was calm enough to sleep again. “We - I went to your funeral.” Harrison took a steadying breath of his own.

“Yeah - yeah I figured. But, but it’s really me, I swear honey, I’m just Harrison.” He swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to strangle his voice. If it had been his sister, or his brother in law he could have started rambling, explaining the bizarre situation to someone who would trust his every word. He couldn’t do that to Mel - she was too young.

But old enough to know dead men didn’t make phone calls.

“Prove it.” The challenge in her voice was shaky at best, but she had her mother’s stubborn streak. “Tell me something ONLY Uncle Harry knows.”

“Well, I know I missed taking you to that new Lord of the Rings movie for your birthday in December.” He felt a bittersweet smile creeping onto his face, a floodgate of memory and missing his family opened. “You were knitting grandma a scarf for Christmas; black and gold, her favorite. You tried ballet and didn’t like it last - the year before last year.” His chest shuddered with a sigh. “And you had me help you beat your dad’s high score on that old Tetris game, but that’s - that’s top secret, right?”

How dare the last eight months poison his every memory of playing spies and soldiers with his baby niece. His baby niece who was half sobbing on the phone miles away.

“Harry - oh my God it’s - mom, mom!” Her cries grew louder, wailing in the background as footsteps thunder.

“What’s wrong? Baby, what’s - who’s on the phone - ?”

“Harrison.” Mel’s muffled sobs faded, a clatter as the phone changed hands.

“I don’t know who you are but - ”

“Hi Katie.” Harrison wiped away his own tears, taking a hard breath to regain his composure. “Please don’t kill me - but if you do, you’ve already had to pay for an empty casket, we can dig that one up. Reduce reuse recycle and all - ”

“HARRISON MOHAMED GOMEZ I WILL BREAK YOUR LEGS!”

Harrison flinched from the receiver, ear ringing. He couldn’t help but laugh, as much as it ached his ribs. Dan shot him a bemused look, Katie’s shriek loud enough to be heard.

“Listen, it’s - ”

“What the fuck Harrison? What’s - they told us you - ”

“Katie I need you to listen - listen carefully. Please.” There was a sniffle on the other end of the line.

“Okay. Okay - alright.” Harrison closed his eyes, trying to see her face in his mind.

“There’s probably going to be some people watching you - following you - I don’t know - but they’re looking for me.” Harrison heard Katie’s breathing stutter, but continued. “I - Christ Katie I’ve crawled out of hell and I just need you to trust me and to not do anything stupid.”

“I do. I won’t.” Her single bark of laughter was breathless, almost a sob. “No promises for Awesome though. Not if these - these creeps get too close.”

“Good. Try to keep him in check, I - I can’t have any of you getting in trouble over this. Any kind of trouble just - just keep your heads down. I’m dead until proven otherwise.”

“And how you plan on proving otherwise?” There was a chip of curiosity in her voice. She knew her little brother well enough to sense a plan.

“You remember Jennings?”

“Investigative journalist? Nearly got executed in Iraq two years ago? Nearly got assassinated by the Portland Police last year?”

“Yeah, that one.” Harrison chuckled, half tempted to ask what mischief and misdemeanors the journalist had landed themself in while he was…away. “I need you to send them my way.”

“And where’s that?” Harrison’s hesitant silence was met with a sigh. “Want me to give them this number?”

“Yeah, they can call here, if that’s alright?” He was half asking Dan, who gave a stiff if curious nod. “Yeah. Sorry I - Christ I miss you guys so damn much…I didn’t think I’d - I love you guys.”

“We love you too, ya nerd.” Katie’s laugh was teary but tender. “You get this sorted out and get back soon. So I can kill you myself, idiot.” Mel’s teary voice giggled distantly.

“And you can meet the new baby!”

“Baby? Kate you weren’t - ”

“I’m still a - a few months out.” Her voice was smiling. “But yes, Mel is going to be a great big sister - ain’t that right hon - ?”

The hang up tone was enough to make Harrison physically startle, shooting a confused glance to Dan who responded with his own. He placed the phone back in its slot, then picked it up again. Silence. Not even pressing the buttons brought a tone.

“Let me see.”

Minutes of fiddling ended with Dan shrugging on a coat, grim worry on both their faces.

“It’s late. I’ll check the wires out front but you - ” Harrison stood stock straight, the old soldier’s tone familiar. “Get some rest. That’s an order, son.”

“Yessir.”

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(An AU of my Freelancers series)

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#whump #angst #assumed dead #back from the dead #fear for loved ones safety #stalking mention #past captivity #past torture #freelancers au #okay enough character exploration time for Plot tm #at least for this chapter. although i am excited to get the final act rolling

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