#i'm not stalking you

[the-raindeer-king]

Honestly, you should've known better. Soap was never one to take a joke and drop it, and joke like this? You should've know he'd take it and run with it. You just never thought it'd go this far.

Someone had brought cupcakes, the kind that come with those gaudy plastic rings meant for little kids. You and Soap had ended up with the same ring on top of your cupcakes.

"Oh, hey. They're the same. Guess we're married now."

It was a joke. Something you had laughed off, before ducking out of the break room, missing the way Soap's eyes followed you. Missing the way he stared at you, something dark and hungry in those baby blues.

The next morning, Soap's waiting at your desk with flowers and a coffee. He gives you a bright smile, watching you as you take the flowers with a smile.

"Oh, my favorite! How'd you know?"

"I know all yer favorites. Part of bein' a good husband, aye?"

That makes you pause, coffee halfway to your lips. Husband? It takes you a second to realize he's referring to the joke you made yesterday, and you give him a sheepish smile, shaking your head.

"Johnny, that was a joke. I wasn't -"

"I've got to go. But I'll get ye later. Make a proper wife of ye before the day's over," he promises, leaning down to kiss your cheek.

You don't even have a chance to argue. And when he shows up with Ghost at the end of the day, all you can think to ask is why Ghost is there.

"Johnny said you needed a witness," is Ghost's reply.

[littlefankingdom]

Bruce Wayne is canonically a very handsome man (he is called a "pretty boy" and he is in his 40s, for fuck's sake), and he is pretty famous as a rich philanthropist who doesn't want to leave his awful cursed crime infested city. So, there must be a ton of people thirsting over him on the internet. Fancams, edits, fanfics and imagines ("kidnapped with Bruce Wayne 😍 by a Gotham rogue"), the whole charade!

And anytime one of the batkids stumbles on a thirst post, they have the most dramatic disgusted reaction, loudly gagging, before sending the link to the batkids chat, because if they must suffer, then they should all suffer. Clicking on a link in this groupchat is like playing russian roulette, and getting rickrolled is a good ending.

[spirk-trek]

i love watching spock slowly approach jim in the background of scenes like a cat who thinks they're invisible

[wanderer-clarisse]

been thinking about Beren and Lúthien ballet adaptation again...

[cutiesigh]

❤️🖤🩷

Wuthering Waves has taken over all of my free time recently, so here's a sketch of Scar!Ren I originally shared in da 14DWY Discord!!

[darlingsodivine]

𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄!𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕!𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖

𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄!𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕!𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈- 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆

𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄!𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕!𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒖𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒏 15 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔- 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒇𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒗𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕?

Please, why aren’t you answering me? D-did I do something wrong? I-I’m so sorry if I bothered you before, I didn’t mean to! I'm sorry!Please, I'll do anything to make it up to you, I swear...! Please, please please!

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𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄!𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕!𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒇𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒅 𝒅𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖- 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕... 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆!

I- I can help you! I can buy groceries, I can run errands- I can even help you pay rent! I can't cook very well, but I'm good at cleaning! ...Please?

𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄!𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕!𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒐 𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒑𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎, 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈!

I-if you keep ignoring me, I... I’ll hurt myself. I’ll cut... I’ll take this knife and-and... I’ll carve your name into my skin... I swear it!

𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄!𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕!𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆

𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄!𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕!𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒔 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.

𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄!𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕!𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑾𝒉𝒐, 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒎, 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒕... 𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏

𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄!𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕!𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑾𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒊𝒕, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅, 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓, 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒍𝒚.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕.

𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄!𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕!𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑾𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒃𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒔��𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅-

𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄!𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕!𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒚𝒂𝒏�� 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒖𝒑. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒆𝒚𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒕, 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒑𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒏. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆.

𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄!𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕!𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕,𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎!

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐.

Is this good? 😭

[quibbs]

i'm gettin a lot of asks and comments right now regarding my last post and i wanna make a proper response in time, but as for right now, i'll just say thank you so much everyone for your empathy and your kindness. thank you so much for sharing your own stories regarding being stalked and harrassed. thank you for the sweet asks and comments, thank you everyone so so much. thank you for listening to me and reminding me that i'm not alone. my stalkers tried so, so, so hard to isolate and control me and i'm not okay, but i'm finally starting to feel like i might be okay one day. thank you thank you thank you and thank you again

[cto10121]

Book Fiyero: *immediately recognizes Elphaba and stations himself at the backdoor to prevent her from evading him, stalks her halfway across town to her aerie (even though at that point in time she was only a college friend he hadn’t seen in five years), insists on seeing her again, instinctively goes to comfort her when she first cries, gets sucked into increasingly deep and fraught conversations with her about collateral damage and freedom fighter terrorism, calls her the “most individual, the most separate, the most real” DURING AN ARGUMENT, says he adores Elphaba’s looks IN THAT SAME ARGUMENT, doesn’t understand Elphaba’s “being born with a talent or an inclination for goodness is the aberration” comment because (implied) he sincerely believes Elphaba isn’t evil, changes his mind about the plight of the Animals all by himself but doesn’t mention it to Elphaba because he is afraid she would distance himself from him, buys scarves for both his wife and Elphaba even though only Elphaba likes scarves, is so concerned for Elphaba and her dangerous Lurlinemas Eve mission that he stalks her instead of staying at his club or just leaving town altogether, and is so worried about her that he returns to the aerie just to see her*

Also Book Fiyero: Am I in love with Elphaba?

[konigsblog]

stalker, virgin könig and stripper reader... 👁️

cw: stalking, creepy behaviour, creep + loser!könig.

stalker, virgin könig who's never found love; a constant loner, watching others find love and happiness while he seethes, jealousy and bitterness consuming him.

he doesn't feel normal, he just wants someone to care for, someone to dote on. könig doesn't believe he'll ever find love – trapped an eternity of loneliness – ‘til he finds you... könig occasionally goes to strip clubs to get off, because pornography isn't enough stimulation, and he wants to stare at someone who he could easily touch, who he could grope... this is how his obsession bloomed and grew, his eyes wide as he slobbers all over himself drunkenly, thick cock aching in his jeans.

and when you give him a lap dance, he's silent and quiet, perversely eyeing you up like a meal. drool dripping from his lips as he stares at your breasts, feeling so depraved and disgusting underneath your gaze. that creepy smile, his eerie presence stuck in your mind... :( weirded out, backing away from him.

but, könig couldn't just easily give you up, he couldn't give up his adoration and love for you, and wouldn't even think about it, not even a possibility. he stared at you the entire night, cumming his pants accidentally without even touching himself, grumbling and growling when you gave another man your precious attention, his boxers tight around his crotch, soaked in his thick, hot cum. könig didn't need to be touched to release anymore, just the sight of you had his chest rising ans and falling, looking like a fucking freak... :(

he doesn't know how to act normal, not when he's borderline obsessed with you.

könig begins to follow you – to protect you!! of course... he can't deny that he's becoming a total loser, a depraved weirdo and asshole for following you back, grinning from ear to ear. he'll convince himself it's to protect you – to make sure you get home safe – but, he gets a sick and twisted feeling in his gut, stomach churning with shame as he follows behind your trail.

a wolf stalking his prey...

[aeb-art]

help wanted 2 brainwashed me so here's some ooc self-indulgence:

hey mike, maybe if you played moon's games and took a nap, it wouldn't chase you around the building, just a thought

later:

[xoxoemynn]

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

Hello OFMD crew, I know this isn't how we wanted to be spending our Pride month but I'm so happy to be spending it with you.

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

[chiyana]

Bruce: now, for the last part of this meeting

Dick, Jason, Tim, Stephanie, Damian, Cass, and Duke: ?

Bruce: -turns around to bring up a power point presentation, the title card of which just reads 'Please Be Normal About Tim'-

Bruce: -turns back around-

Bruce: ...Tim why are you the only one still here

Tim: I just like power point presentations

[brittlebutch]

Jay's hypocrisy is a little bit endearing to me ngl; he'll go on twitter to bitch about how much totheark stalking/filming him is causing life-ruining paranoia & then turn around and post video footage of himself stalking Alex for months and reading Tim's medical records out loud to an audience with seemingly no conscious thought connecting the two actions as The Same Thing

[starmocha]

I'm not saying I manifested this, but... 🙂

[leafie-draws]

with September and the anniversary of my friend's passing I want to talk about her story. on September 3, 2020 my best friend Brooklyn was shot and killed by her stalker. Brooklyn and I were best friends and were working together at a restaurant at the time. one of our coworkers, Andre, began stalking and harassing us and used the contact form at work to call and text us. he was an incel and part of the MGTOW community, would brag about his guns at work and believed he could "fix" Brooklyn's asexuality if she dated him. he became obsessed with Brooklyn and would track her car/phone in order to find us and follow us around, even showing up at the same shops we were at. it escalated to the point where he got banned from our workplace and he started hacking Brooklyn's social media accounts pretending to be her, at one point texting me (pretending to be her) and asking me to meet up at a vacant lot at 3 in the morning with the intent to harm or kill me. at one point I even saw him pacing the road near my apartment with binoculars trying to find which complex I lived in. after months of quittiing jobs, changing numbers, filing police reports and being harrassed, stalked and threatened, I moved back home and lost contact with Brooklyn until sometime later when I heard that she had been murdered. Andre had been arrested but was later released and immedately killed Brooklyn at her home a week later. the police speak about what a sad tragedy it is but did the bare minimum to protect us, saying that it was just a little harmless cyber bullying, or that they couldn't do anything because there was no physical harm. most people we talked to would even go as far as asking Brooklyn "what did she do to the poor guy" or scold her for "hurting his feelings, leading him on" ect. the stalking, harrassment and threats weren't taken seriously at all and despite all the evidence and proof, despite doing everything right and asking for help, the police did not help her; they knew he was dangerous and they let him go and she paid for their mistake with her life and I will never forgive or forget.

[littleliterarylesbian]

The steps are there again. Lagging just a second or so behind, the scuffing of shoes on the stone floor when he never drags his feet. It makes the hair on the nape of his neck stand up. A mix of nerves, fear, and heat rushing through him. But he pretends to be oblivious. It's the only way that he can guarantee that they'll come sooner. Last time he looked back, looking around the seemingly empty corridor for the source of the sound, he was left without his echo for almost three weeks.

He hasn't told anyone. He doesn't want to. Regulus is aware that it should be concerning, he should be begging his friends not to leave him alone or trailing after the crowd like the follower his parents want him to be. But there's something about it that tastes like candy on his tongue. Sugar and berries mixing together as he realized that someone wants him so badly that they're willing to stalk him through the halls just for a moment alone with him.

He knows he's reacting like a man without any sense, biting his lip and crossing his fingers that it's someone he's kept his eye on in the past years like some tween girl. Isolating himself, taking the long way to the dorms and his classes, wearing his uniform tighter, clothes form fitting to tease and tempt. He can feel his heart beating in his neck, warmth causing the tips of his ears to blush. He's sure it can be blamed on the chill in the air despite the fact that he feels so warm.

Regulus would never claim to be sane, the House of Black has its reputation and he, unlike his brother, does not pretend to be above such things.

He used to hate the walk from the library to the dungeons. Lothing the flights of stairs and the long walkways after a long day when Ms. Pince ushers him out with her usual sour look on her face. Now he purposely meanders, talking about his day and his plans and his gripes just loud enough for a second pair of ears to catch it if they're paying attention. And Regulus is sure that they're always paying attention.

His hands do subtly shake, out of fear or stress or desire he's not completely sure, but it's just enough so that a page of notes floats onto the floor. He leaves it there, feigning ignorance at its disappearance. Maybe this time they'll be bold.

He hopes so.

It's another minute or so and he starts to lose hope, that he will have to pretend to be shocked after thumbing through his notes, needing to turn around and pick it up when he catches something from the corner of his eyes.

He usually keeps his notes inside the book they correspond with, an easy way to keep track of them, and Ms. Pince often doesn't leave him enough time to properly clean up so often the notes don't end up in his satchel until he gets to his dorm, in his vague haste to avoid Ms. Norris and the old man attached to her.

So it's hard to ignore the flap of his bag being pushed up carefully as the paper he dropped carefully gets put inside. And not by a wand, not like how his satchel was opened, no, a hand holds it, a corner of the page has been dented in a way that Regulus would never but, despite how he would usually hate such an act on his hard work, butterflies start to flutter inside him. Wings hitting the inside of his skin and dying from the impact only for more to be reborn out of their corpses like a phoenix.

Because he recognizes that hand. He knows it well from the hours he's stared at the boy it's undoubtedly attached to. Brown skin with pale palms, calluses from quidditch and broom work and general tomfoolery. The Heir Potter ring glints in the torch light before it retreats back into nothing, disappearing with the rest of the boy.

He has to swallow hard to get his mind back in line, straightening up when he realizes that he was unintentionally leaning towards where the other boy must be. When he exhales it comes out shaky, a rare smile wanting to crawl onto his face as blood rushed through him. His heart hammering now that he knows.

The urge to do something else, anything else claws through him, tearing at his insides, but the door to the Slytherin common room comes up far too soon. It's almost a disappointment as he has to whisper the chosen word and the door slowly starts to open, the several layers creaking up and open one at a time. The feeling of James behind him doesn't leave until the final door shuts behind him.

The common room is as cold as it always is, but, as it has been lately, it comes as almost a shock compared to the warmth of the company of his echo.

Barty is sitting on the couch with his arms crossed. Green velvet with silver adornments and dark wood matching with the boy with pale skin, dark hair adorned with green streaks. Blue eyes narrow at Regulus.

"Where the fuck have you been?"

Regulus can't help the smile that forces itself on him this time.

"Enjoying the echoes of the castle. Quite beautiful."

Barty narrows his eyes further before shaking his head and standing up, walking to the stairs leading up to the boys dorms.

"You're fucking mad, mate."

Regulus doesn't answer. Too focused on the warmth that now flows through him. Mind racing to find a way to catch the boy out. To make the Gryffindor beg on his knees, looking up at Regulus with those big golden eyes as he finds out that Regulus knows about his transgressions.

He has to bite down on his lip as a welcome shiver rolls up his spine, enjoying the emptiness of the common room to indulge in his fantasies for just a second more before following his friend up the stairs.

He can't help but wonder if James watches him there too.

companion piece :]