#Stalker tw

[whumpinthepot]

Whump prompt

Stalker obsessed with person A turns themself in to become a boxboy and be delivered to person A so that stalker can be owned by them and loved forever

[gamma-gal-24]

TW for creepy/low key stalkery stuff but I need a Lil rant

Now I KNOW the guy that like to take pictures of me while at work did NOT just get upset because I didn't *greet him* while on my 30min lunch break.🙄😮‍💨 SURELY he didn't just have the audacity. Dude is old enough to be my fuckin father and he's worried about whether or not he has somebody to flirt with. Shame on him. I should slash his tires.

[khalilhassan]

location — sophia's apartment.

character — @sophramirxz

The domino effect had fully hit his life. One bump to the beginning piece and the rest had tumbled down quickly, leaving him with little to no balance. What little control he'd held over his own life had been shredded in an instant. One photo of him and Hana was all the proof he'd needed to know that the man was lingering within the city limits, looking to do the same thing he'd done all those years ago in New York. Now, the federal agent had a hell of a lot more lose, but the bitter reminder of his mistake didn't make any easier. The picture, now burned into his mind, along with the recollection of what had happened at his feet in the Crane warehouse, was enough to leave him sitting idle as the woman he'd come to know well spoke freely in the kitchen. Every now and again, he caught pieces of conversation, but after a few minutes of only catching parts, he cleared his throat, gaze locked on the center table at his feet. "Do you think everyone deserves a second chance?"

[shouta-edits]

"Hiyah, Could I get a ship/moodboard for Clint Edwards & Adam (Both from; Welcome to the Game II)? If so, may it’s themes include possession, ownership, dark romance, stalked x stalker and anxiety. Thank you oh-so very much if so!" -anon requested

[actress4him]

Whumptober 2023 - Day 7 - Obsession

Surprise! I haven't forgotten that this story exists lol. This piece takes place immediately after Cadence's first captivity, before she moves and changes her name and hair, so it's a prequel to the main canon. If you're new to this series, it does sound like I'm implying noncon a couple of times in this, but Oliver does not do noncon.

Taglist: @justplainwhump , @whump-ventures

Masterlist

No. 7: “I paced around for hours on empty; I jumped at the slightest of sounds.”

Contains: lady whump, long term captivity, conditioned whumpee, stalker, creepy/intimate whumper, fear of recapture

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He’d let her go.

He’d let her go, and Cadence still can’t figure out why. Days and weeks and months of pain and torment and making sure that she knows without a doubt, in nearly every possible way, that she belongs to him, then he just…let her go.

It doesn’t make sense.

It has to be some kind of trick, right? There’s no way he’s done with her. He didn’t grow tired of her, he was still doing the same exact things up until this morning, including whispering in her ear how perfect she is and how she’ll always be his. In fact, he told her as he was dropping her off in the middle of this unfamiliar street that he’d see her again soon.

So it can’t be over. He’s watching her somehow right now, she has no doubt. This is just another one of his games. She never expected him to go this far, to actually let her outside the warehouse where he’s been keeping her all of this time, but he does love his games. Loves to find new ways to mess with her head, to watch her struggle and attempt in vain to hold on to the tiny little slivers of hope and dignity that she has left, only to fall further into his clutches each time.

This time, she gets the feeling he wants to build up her hope. He wants her to believe that she’s actually free, so that he can laugh and feel more powerful than ever when he swoops back in and snatches her up again.

Well, she doesn’t believe it. She’s not going to believe it, ever. He did his job well, she knows who she belongs to, it’s carved into her skin and the deepest recesses of her mind. There’s absolutely no way that he’ll leave her alone for long.

So she walks aimlessly, waiting for him to appear. The sun is far too bright, too warm. She hasn’t even seen the sun in…how long has it been, anyway? It doesn’t matter, because it isn’t over. She’s going back any minute now. There’s no need to count the days, to think about what could be, to try and find anyone to tell her story to. She knows better. If she tells anyone, they meet the same fate as her. 

A car drives by, and Cadence nearly jumps out of her skin. She nearly forgot that life existed out here, in the real world. That people were still driving around, going to work, running errands, going home to their families and friends and sleeping soundly in their own beds every night. She used to have that kind of life, too. She doesn’t remember what it was like, anymore.

The farther she walks, the noisier it gets, and she flinches at each sound. Every car she expects to be his. Every corner she passes, she’s sure he’s waiting around. 

Instead, she finds herself wandering alone down a street she actually recognizes. These stores and restaurants are ones she’s been to before. Back when she had a normal life. Back before she belonged to him. 

A real, live person passes her on the sidewalk, wrinkling their nose and eyebrows in her direction. She knows why. He likes to show her herself in the mirror. She looks like a ghost. She feels like a ghost, haunting her own past.

Cadence turns onto a quieter street and keeps waiting for him to show up. Only, he doesn’t. The too-bright, too-warm sun begins sinking behind the distant skyscrapers, but she’s still alone. This is lasting much longer than she’d expected. Then again, his games aren’t meant to be easily understood, and he has no reason to worry about leaving her out here. He knows just how well trained she is. He’s confident in his work, confident that she’ll behave even without his constant presence.

Darkness falls. She has no energy left, didn’t really have any when she started walking hours ago, but she doesn’t know what else to do. It’s only when she realizes she’s been slowly edging her way toward her old apartment that she realizes that’s probably where he is. He knows where it is, after all. He showed her pictures one time of himself inside of it - lying in her bed, sitting on her couch, eating at her table. That has to be it. He’s waiting on her to give in, to go home, to decide he’s not coming back and try to go back to life before him.

So that’s what she does. There’s no use fighting it. She’s not enjoying any of this taste of freedom, anyway, she might as well end this game as soon as possible so that she doesn’t have to suffer through the anticipation anymore. Doing what he wants is always the best solution.

It hurts, dragging herself up the stairs to the second floor apartment, but she arrives at the door and stares for a long moment. Her floral wreath is still on the door, her worn welcome mat sitting neatly underneath it. She’d half expected someone else to have moved in. Why hasn’t someone else moved in? Yes, she knew he’d been here at some point partway through her time with him, so it was clearly still hers then, but it hadn’t clicked until now that she hasn’t been paying rent for quite some time and there’s no reason she shouldn’t have been evicted. 

It has something to do with him, she’s sure. 

She has no key. If he dropped her off close enough for her to walk here and made sure that it still belonged to her, though, then he must have intended for her to get inside. She tries the knob, it’s locked. Stooping down with a cringe and hitched breath, she looks underneath the mat. Sure enough, there’s a brass key. 

The apartment is dark, and smells musty. Her heart is in her throat, waiting for him to step out and smile at her. She waits a moment in the darkness, then reaches over with a shaking hand and flips the light on, wincing at the sudden brightness. Almost immediately she turns it back off, then back on again. One is too dark, the other too bright. But she’d rather be able to see him coming, so on it stays. 

All of her things are still here. Besides the thick layer of dust, it looks exactly like she left it. Over there is the kitchen and the small table where he sat and ate his meal. Closer by is the sofa where he lounged, propping his feet on the coffee table. In the next room is the queen sized bed that he laid across, resting his head on the pillow. 

That’s probably where he’s waiting now. She walks in, heart pounding, and flicks that light on, too. But it’s empty. Her bed is made, her empty glass still sitting on the bedside table. She goes to the bathroom, there’s nothing there. Checks the closets, the back deck, under the bed and inside the shower, moving quickly and frantically now. 

He’s not here. She was sure he would be here waiting for her.

But again, he has all the power. Of course it wouldn’t be anything that she would expect. He’ll be here, though. He’ll come back for her. She belongs to him. She’ll never be free of him, he told her so. Refusing to get her hopes up is the only way that she can beat him, even if it does mean she’s playing right into his hand by continuing to believe everything he says about her.

It really doesn’t matter what she does. He always wins.

She might as well sit and rest a little while she waits for him. She looks at the bed, then the couch, then picks a spot against the living room wall to sink to the floor, hugging her knees to her chest. 

He’ll be back soon.

[ungojirasapiente]

would you let her inside? ------ Wadanohara: Samekichi... DEJAME ENTRAR, PORFAVOR! tu la dejarías entrar? --- WATGBS (and Wadanohara) by Funamusea

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

Husband Appreciation Day & National Look Alike Day & World Circus Day

Person A’s lover died, but when a circus comes to town and the ringleader looks identical to their dead lover, they try to find ways to meet the ringleader, Person B. Person A finds solace in Person B even behaving similar to their lover, but starts to struggle to separate Person B from their lover in their head. Person B isn’t too surprised by Person A’s growing obsession, but another performer mentions that this same situation happens in every place they stop, and Person A runs into another ‘obsessed fan’/stalker who claims Person B also looks like someone close to them who died recently.

[positively--speculative]

Sometimes I want to say more on certain things, but then I remember that there is at least one person who found my blog here and knows where I work, and although I don't *think* they're still obsessed with me, the chance that they would try to intrude in on my life is never zero.

[benry-coinings]

Stalkerprettyboy

a gender connected to pretty boys, being a pretty boy, and/or (pretty) stalkers or being a (pretty) stalker boy.

[hcnayun]

— characters: hana & khalil — setting: just down the street from lunch box — partner: @khalilhassan

The iPhone in her pocket had received 3 separate calls from an unknown number before Hana picked up. It was sheer annoyance that had driven her to do so, the want to tell the telemarketer off for harassing her but the voice on the other end stilled the yoga instructor instantly. A cold chill ran down her spine and her fury faded into thin air as she became immobile just down the way from her lunch destination. What he'd said at first hadn't registered— not while her heart set off into a race and the buzzing in her ears suddenly became so loud that everything around her had become white noise. Carefully, her dark eyes panned around the scene— looking for help. That was when she spotted Khalil, they'd made eye contact, but Hana was frozen in place as her phone slowly lowered to her side. Even her voice couldn't seem to work. She could only hope that he'd be able to read that something was very wrong.

[absolutezerotolerance]

Gray is crazy for apologizing. Unfortunately Juvia totally manipulated him into doing it. He has nothing to apologize for.

She absolutely gaslit him into apologizing. we've talked about it several time on the page, but this is the one that is worded the best.

[camkablam]

You ever play The Closing Shift by Chilla's Art?? Very good game. Very good.

[Goretober Prompt List] [Speedpaint]

[yyukhei]

hi just found your account and uuuh if you wanna spill the tea about miss "i ruin ppl's lives for a living" sasaeng please do i can't believe she still walks around freely without a care in the world

BUCKLE IN KIDS THIS IS GONNA BE A LONG POST and same like it's very disturbing that SM is giving her a silver platter to stalk the boys. 

The sasang I was specifically referring to is fttm (flytothemoon0), who stalks many of the boys but particularly stalks Yangyang of WayV these days. She hates Kun and Lucas with a passion, and is likely one of the multiple sasangs that made the fake accusations against Lucas (I'll show evidence of all this under the cut so you can come to your own conclusion.)

As a quick summary, here are literally just a few pieces of evidence of her stalking/following YY to unannounced schedules, along with invasive pictures taken in inappropriate places, etc etc. 

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There's plenty more, but you can just check out her account to see them yourself. Anyway, here's all about her under the cut (bc this is going to be loooonnngggg. She's been stalking the neos since debut)

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She has followed and harassed the boys so many times that they started snapping back a while ago. She was taking photos of them going to the bathroom, following them to undisclosed filming locations, calling them nonstop, and booking the same flights, etc etc.

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The boys got so annoyed that Lucas started snapping pictures of her back (likely in a "see how it feels?" way) and later that day Lucas was still so upset he started posting on his bbl about it

She was getting into arguments with Kun badly enough that she tried to start false rumors about him being a bully predebut

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Even today she continuously follows them EVERYWHERE. I'm not sure how she keeps getting in, but I've read before that she's an SM higher-up's relative (daughter? idk?) and that's why she's given special treatment.

You can see here she was allowed directly behind the boys by SM staff (no one else was allowed anywhere near that close) and was even chatting with them.

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In this post that WayV made that day, people think Hendery specifically ducked down so that you could clearly see her sitting in the front row, where she's hiding her face.

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Many people (like me) believe that she, along with other sasangs (there have been about 4 ppl linked to the account that made the false accusations against Lucas) made the fake cheating post and created the whole scandal bc Lucas kept fighting back at her.

If anyone wants to check out everything that's been debunked about the Lucas allegation, feel free to check out this account. Just be ready to read some heavy opinions and arguments, as OP is quite...blunt...😅

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Also, to explain why I said she also recently tried to start a Johnny scandal

[mrdrhenwardhykle]

Smile :)

[khalilhassan]

location — the bonfire bash of 2023.

character — @hcnayun

With no progress having been made thus far, tensions were high. Somewhere in the world, some asshole was winning the game of cat and mouse. For one night and one night only, it was the last thing he wanted to think about, just as he wanted it to be the last thing on her mind too. They could have their fun without a storm cloud of worry lingering over them. "Look, I don't want to hover, but if you need me, just text me. I've got my phone on me." As much as he wanted to believe that everything would run smoothly for one night, he knew better than to be so confident in such belief. "I've also got a decent collection of liquor in a cooler if you're interested." In the distance, music could be heard, drawing in everyone around like a siren's call. "Your call, but if it were up to me, I'd like to have a drink or two?"

[whumpinthepot]

grit for an oc of your choice

Thanks for the ask Mill!! ^_^!!! - From this ask list

Cw: Bullet wound, kidnapping, stalker, stabbed, chained,

Grit: what's the most painful thing they've endured?

For Ratty:

Being shot while on the field and then not being able to move until it was healed enough reaaalllyyyyy sucked, but they could handle it. It was fiiiine. Barely a scratch even.

For August:

Being STABBED, and kidnapped and chained up by a stalker who hates his guts and then being neglected while in that state was the worst thing he’s ever experienced in his life all while worrying about the others who were with him…

I think August wins this round 😭😭