#oliver the stalker

[actress4him]

Whumptober 2023 - Day 29 - Obsession

This is the actual next chapter of Obsession, following after Threats. It's not the entire scene that I wanted to come next, but I was running short on time (and inspiration) here at the end of the month, so I will have to continue this scene at a later date.

Taglist: @justplainwhump , @whump-ventures

Previous | Next | Masterlist

No. 29: Troubled Past Resurfacing

Contains: lady whump, stalker, selective mutism, fear

.

.

Cadence doesn’t suspect a connection, at first, between the text and the doorbell ringing. Why should she? They don’t get visitors, usually, but the small part of her brain that hears it assumes it must be a delivery. 

Most of her mind is occupied with trying to forget the text, anyway. Do you think that staying at home all the time keeps me from getting to you anytime I want? You’re so adorable.

He won’t leave her alone. There’s no way that she can get away from him, not ever, she knows that. It doesn’t stop her from trying. He tracked her down at her favorite coffee shop, so she started switching where she went to draw - other coffee shops, the park, even McDonald’s. Anywhere that he might not think of to look for her. He somehow knew what her hair looked like while she was sitting at the bus stop, so she gave up altogether and just locked herself inside the house. Janaysia has been giving her suspicious looks, but there’s nothing she can do about that. She can’t go out there anymore, where he’s lurking. He’s already threatened to take her again. If she steps out of this house, he’ll be waiting to snatch her.

There’s a sharp knock at her bedroom door. Startled out of her spiraling thoughts, Cady stands and crosses the room, easing the door open to see Janaysia standing in the hall. 

“So…apparently you forgot to tell us you had company coming over?” Her housemate raises an eyebrow at her, as if she doesn’t quite believe the situation. 

Her mouth opens and shuts again, eyebrow furrowed in confusion and dread beginning to grow in her stomach. It wouldn’t be him. He wouldn’t dare come here like this, not when he’s so adamant that no one ever finds out. But…it has to have something to do with him, right? Because she certainly didn’t invite anyone over. Everything in her life seems to be connected to him.

She shakes her head no, adamantly, but Janaysia just sighs and smiles. “It’s okay, it’s no big deal. We haven’t started cooking dinner yet, so we can just make a little more. Unless you guys were planning to go out…?”

Cadence shakes her head even harder. The dread has expanded up into her chest and is crawling toward her throat. She steps back into the room, reaching for her notebook, but Janaysia steps away, too. 

“Don’t worry about it, just come on so Devin doesn’t have to keep making awkward conversation with a stranger! You can explain it to us later.”

She feels like she’s choking the whole way down the hall. Every inch of her wants to turn and run back to the safety of her bedroom, to grab Janaysia’s arm and plead with her to keep her safe, to not make her go out there, but she just keeps in step, body moving robotically just like it does with him.

Somewhere in her gut, she knows. No matter how much her brain tries to drown it out with protests of how it can’t be, he wouldn’t, she still knows. 

But nothing can prepare her for walking around the corner and seeing him. In their living room. Sitting on their couch. Chatting casually with one of her best friends, like he’s just a normal guy who can do normal things like that. 

All of the blood drains from Cadence’s face, and she stops moving, staring at him with blurred vision. Whatever words are being spoken are so far away she can’t hear them. All she knows is him, in their living room, on their couch.

Until he looks her way, smiling that smile that she sees in her nightmares. Her mind immediately zeroes in on his words to her, unable to risk missing anything. 

“Ah, Cadence, there you are. I guess it…slipped your mind, that you invited me over tonight?”

He’s here. He’s here. He’s here. Why? What does it mean, what is he going to do?

She nods, numb, not knowing what else to do but agree.

“Wait, is…Cady short for…Cadence?” Janaysia’s looking at her all wide-eyed and fascinated and she wants to scream, to tell them no, they can’t know about that, they can’t know about him, but it’s far too late for that because he’s right there, sitting on their couch.

“Oh, right, my bad.” He chuckles, waving a hand. “I keep forgetting she goes by that now. She’ll always be Cadence to me, I’m afraid.”

Devin smiles at her. “Oliver was just telling me -” he shouldn’t be saying his name so casually like that, it isn’t right -“a little about how the two of you met, back in college.”

College? It wasn’t college, it was after that, but that must be his cover story. She has to remember that, to make sure she doesn’t slip up and say the wrong thing and mess it all up.

Assuming they all make it past this night with secrets still intact. They have to. Her friends’ lives depend on it.

“It’s a shame we lost touch after a while, but I’m so glad I ran into her again recently.”

“Was that…at the birthday party?” Janaysia is too smart for all of this. She’s already starting to put a few pieces together, and if this continues she might put together more. Cadence has to play her part, she can’t let her find out. But she can’t make herself move, there’s no way that she can act anywhere near normal with him in the room. When he’s here, she has to be still and be quiet and wait for him to tell her what to do. She can’t act like herself. 

She isn’t even sure she knows what that means anymore, anyway.

“Right! At Devin’s birthday party. So sorry for stealing her away, by the way, we just had so much catching up to do.”

Janaysia’s smile says that she’s still a little miffed about the whole thing. “Well, next time a little heads up would be nice before she just disappears, we were definitely worried! But no real harm done, in the end.”

She could almost laugh aloud at that, if she wasn’t frozen in place and could remember how. There had been plenty of harm done. But they could never, ever know about it.

“Well.” Devin slaps his hands down onto his thighs, then stands. “I’m gonna go get started on dinner, and let you two visit.”

Cadence startles, eyes darting to both her friends before zoning in on the floor. Don’t leave me don’t leave me please don’t leave me. Except that she doesn’t want them here, either. They don’t need to be anywhere near him, they need to run, to go far far away where he can’t get to them. But if they leave, he’ll be free to do whatever he wants to her. As long as they’re in the room, he’s leaving her alone.

“Yep, I’ll come help you. Any, uh…food allergies, Oliver?”

He smiles brilliantly at Janaysia. “None at all, thank you for asking.”

“Alright, perfect.” She turns to leave, but looks at Cadence first, brow furrowing in concern. “You okay?” she asks softly.

All she can do is nod. It isn’t anywhere near convincing, but she can’t even force a smile or look her in the eye.

But apparently Janaysia reads her emotions as something completely different, anyway. She reaches out and squeezes her arm gently, leaning in. “Don’t be nervous, he obviously likes you. Also…he is hot, just saying.” With a quiet laugh, she walks into the adjoining kitchen with Devin. A couple of seconds later, she reappears with Cadence’s dry erase board, handing it over with another smile before leaving again. 

Her gaze slides up until it finds his, boring into her with all its usual intensity, and quickly drops back down. Her pulse is pounding in her ears. She grips the dry erase marker too tightly, the hard plastic digging into the bones of her fingers, as her breath stutters in and out of her closed-over throat. 

“Come sit down, Cadence.”

His tone is pleasant, but she knows better than to think it’s a suggestion. Her feet lurch into motion. Two steps on the hardwood, five more across the worn out rug and around the ottoman. The closer to him she gets, the harder it is to breathe. But she sinks down onto the couch, anyway, just a few inches away from him. His hand immediately finds her thigh. “So good to see you again.” His fingers begin to squeeze, digging into her skin with a promise of more to come. “You really should get out of the house more often.”

[coffee-and-tea-time]

Hey, I know the vote isn't done yet but I was wondering what our first interactions would be like with them all?

We can certainly arrange that!! Ask related to this post!

*Internally kicking his feet like a little girl seeing so many interactions with our post* ( • ᴗ • )

although maybe it’s a little short since we would rather leave more context for the actual posts - Tea

I read wrong a comment and thought they were requesting a shop owner when in truth they were talking about the seller, now the shop has an extra character *look into the abyss in poor reading comprehension*

In my defense, google said 'shopkeeper' was an equivalent to shop owner *disappointed of herself in non-native english speaker* but oh well, the more the merrier (ʃƪ＾3＾）～♡- coffee

ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗᕕ( ᐕ )ᕗ ↔ ♪⁽⁽٩( ᐖ )۶⁾⁾ ₍₍٩( ᐛ )۶₎₎♪ ⬅ representation of the twins receiving incentives to post

Word count: 2k

tw: yandere behavior, nonhuman yanderes, human yanderes, delusional, RIP self-preservation, written in you/yours, willing reader

-`♡´- Dizie -`♡´-

You walk into your house, still submerged in your own thoughts as you walk through the door.

"Uh, maybe I should arrange something to welcome Dizie when he arrives? I hope I don't come off as awkward..."

But... Why is your place so dark?

 You hear the door being slammed shut and as you attempt to turn towards it, a hand snakes over your mouth with a delicate yet firm touch as another coils around your waist from behind. 

"You were worried about my first impression of you? That's… really cute"

The voice of a man purrs near your ear and then you feel his face gently nuzzling with the top of your head like an affectionate cat, a rather deadly one.

"I took the liberty of checking around your home, you know, to make sure everything is like it's supposed to be, to make sure nobody else is lurking around… I'm so glad that isn't the case, you're all mine to cherish… only mine"

You feel his nuzzling being replaced by a soft kiss on the top of your head, as the slender hand covering your mouth moves to gently hold your face while his thumb gently rubs your cheek. 

[Clarification: Dizie is NOT stuck in his past or still in love with the last “darling” he was bought by. He doesn't see the reader as a replacement of any sort. We want to get that out of the way from the get go, he's just traumatized (as he probably should be ngl) - the twins]

-`♡´- Gabriel -`♡´-

Tossing your keys onto your couch cushion you let out a soft sigh, the walk back home was rather awkward, well, as awkward as can be with a man following behind like a lost puppy, his eyes practically piercing the back of your head. You wondered why he kept walking behind you but brushed the thought out quickly as you felt him let out a veery faint sigh of awe while glancing around your home.

“it smells just like you-”

The man whispered to himself, his words quiet yet the silence of you both being alone allowed you to hear him very clearly. flattering, but also a little unnerving. 

How did he manage to smell you when he was walking like a meter away from you?

His hands fidgeted as you glanced back at him, his eyes landing on your form still basking in the sight like you were some sort of divine entity before him.

 “This must be Gabriel then” 

you thought, connecting your choice with the man that just randomly started following you which you didn't have the heart to scare away.

 When the seller said he was a worshiper… he wasn't exaggerating.

Shakily, he reaches for one of your hands, clasping it tenderly with both his hands, completely engulfing yours with the warmth of his nervous fidgeting. His cheeks blaze red by the mere idea of touching your skin.

He leans down, pressing his forehead to the back of your hand, taking a shaky breath, then looking up to meet your gaze with pure adoration.

“I'm so incredibly thankful to be in your presence, darling. I'm so glad you chose me…”

(A person called him and Grier 'pathetic little mew mews' and now that lives rent free on my head; if you read this, I love your energy - coffee)

-`♡´- Oliver -`♡´-

This man is eager, that's for sure. There's no denying it as he practically drags you with him to his bakery as soon as your finger grazed his name on that paper.

You couldn't say a thing though, that wide smile on his face was just as sweet as the scent that wafted through the air as you entered the shop with the jingle of the welcome bell.

You were ordered to sit back and enjoy a cup of coffee with some butter cookies for the wait. He wanted to make something special, he said, quickly diving into the kitchen without saying another word.

You took a small bite of the cookie thinking perhaps there was something in it, but if you were his darling now then it shouldn't be anything harmful, should it? The cookie was… just any normal cookie, it was delicious even, buttery and crumbly, mixing perfectly with the rich flavor of the coffee. 

Your mind drifted to the man’s appearance as he gave you constant glances, peeking from the kitchen a little too often, it was adorable in a way, like he was checking if you were still there. There was no need to check though, he had locked the entrance as soon as you walked in and you had totally noticed. You weren't going anywhere. 

A few minutes later he peeked again, though this time with a tray in his hands, he approached and placed it in front of you, a delicious slice of cheesecake greeting you. He smiled proudly as he saw your mouth water and as you eyes scanned the delicious treat you couldn't help but notice the fresh cut on his finger already bandaged up yet still bleeding a bit through the gauze… how deep was the cut? The blood was so red it didn't look like a superficial wound.

“I'm just a bit nervous, Dear, i wanted to cut it perfectly for you… my hand must have slipped”

He reassured you, dismissing the severity of it but quickly hiding the cut from you. His sheepish smile though made you forget about it for a hot minute- how was this bulky man such a sweetheart? 

Your fork soon dug into the creamy goodness of the cheesecake, the raspberry sauce that sat on top dripping a bit, its rich red color almost resembling that of his blood. What a passionate baker…

(...I love him, okay? -Tea)

-`♡´- singer  -`♡´-

The door of the car is opened before you get the chance to even lift a finger and you are greeted by the angelic face of a man, worthy of praise and worship, smiling down at you and offering his hand as to help you get out of the car

"Hi~, welcome welcome, how are you feeling on such a joyful day as today? I hope that you are as thrilled as I am"

He says with a charming smile, holding your hand delicately for you to exit the car then  guides you into his house, his eyes ogling you like a three course meal.

"Would you like something to drink? A water perhaps? I don't really have much sugary drinks since i take care of my vocal cords, but if that's what you'd like then I'll absolutely find a way to get it for you"

"Oh, I'm really fine, don't wor-"

His step falters before stopping dead in his tracks, his smile softening in… awe? He shuffles closer as your voice trails off by the sudden action.

"Oh, Honey, I'm so sorry to interrupt your words, I just couldn't help but get closer… you speak so softly, I'd wish to hear you more clearly"

He puts his hand on your shoulder reassuringly, though it quickly moves up to your neck, his thumb caressing your throat.

"You shouldn't overthink too much, your duty here is being happy with me, and when I'm not around, feel free to enjoy your free time as you wish; my only condition here is you take care of yourself and… to not look at anyone else in the eye for too long… but well, you should’ve already expected that, you signed for it, honey"

-`♡´- Myotis -`♡´-

You feel your heart on your throat as the butler opens the door for you, as you make your way inside, you feel like you walked straight into a historical movie of some sort, if the outside looked already out of a gothic fairytale, you can't find the words to describe how impressive the inside is.

"I'm glad you seem to like the place, Amore, that makes things easier for both of us. I hope you can forgive my eagerness to meet you"

You can't help but get surprised when you notice him right beside you, speaking to you dearly as he grabs your hand as if it was made of glass to softly kiss the back before giving you a smile.

"Fear not, you can always indulge yourself and wander around to enjoy the mansion, but I rather that the precious focus of your gaze be on me, I’d be delighted to spend as much time with you as possible, don't you think so?" 

-`♡´- Lior -`♡´

You enter your home excited, wondering if you should get some fairy lights and stuff for the yandere you chose when a rustling in the distance disturbs your thoughts, grounding you back to reality.

You make your way in the direction of the noise and find yourself standing in front of your bedroom window where the poor moth boy flutters his wings trying to squeeze past the small gap, half of his body still hanging outside the window. This must be Lior.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't want to disturb you, I just thought I would be able to fit in the open gap"

You truly can't help but giggle at the situation, okay, he is really cute for a yandere, the seller sure speaks the truth.

He grumbles uncomfortably, wiggling his way inside your home. His satchel almost falling out the window, but he manages to grab it mid air. Fast reflexes, that's a plus.

"I brought a present with me!"

He sighed out in relief while holding his satchel. With some effort due to his limited movement, he is quick to lift his bag and rummage through it, proudly lifting in the air a big cinnamon scented candle.

“Some light for my daylight! I-I thought you'd like it, though I'm not allowed to use candles… I always burn myself with the wax”

(he's my baby and i love him, thank you very much. -tea)

-`♡´- Tarak -`♡´

"Huh, what a gorgeous being…for a human… I will accept your proposal"

The dragon says in a low husky voice, gazing at you with a smirk, his hand gently lifting your chin so that your eyes meet his.

"You were the one that got chosen, not the other way around"

The seller quickly remarks, the humanoid dragon clicking his tongue in response.

“Same difference... the order of the factors does not alter the product after all, we are united either way”

Even if the humanoid acts roughly with the seller, Tarak gently puts your hand on his arm and holds it there as he walks outside of the store with you. What a gentleman.

"You are going to love the forest, of course, my cave is most enchanting, but I did in fact go out of my way and make a cabin next to it, everything is already taken cared of, I know not every species has the resilience to prosper in my environment, but, well, your ancestors used to live in caves... so maybe you can manage"

“Is my home not an option from the beginning?”

You say a little nervous, not sure if you can actually survive in a forest without being eaten alive by the wildlife, although you must admit that is kind of a silly thought if you think of the power of a dragon like him.

He looked like he was about to protest your request, but just your scent in the air was all he needed to sense your feelings and give you a look as he relaxed his shoulder in defeat.

"... alright, I'll indulge you, we have a lot of time in our hands to adjust to the changes around us anyways, I'll stay at your home until you are comfortable enough to come to mine, I will make sure to adorn it in any way you please for when that time comes"

He gently messes with your hair as a way to reassure you before he resumes walking, following you to your home.

-`♡´- Grier -`♡´ 

The seller goes down the wooden ladder after taking the tape off the camera lense and signs for you to come closer to it.

"The cameras here don't have sound but showing you to him should be enough of a clue all by itself"

You freeze as the security camera focuses on you, standing there, you wave awkwardly and the camera starts moving side to side abruptly before freezing,  like the person behind it moved away from it.

"Well, either he fainted or he is coming right away!"

The seller says in a cheerful voice as he goes to cover the camera lense again with a strip of tape. A couple of minutes pass before you hear the screeching stop of a car parking in front of the shop hurriedly, soon followed by a panting man who barges inside like his life depended on it.

“I’m here! I'm here!!” 

He says almost tripping on his own feet as he shoves in your face a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

"Oh, those are my favorites! Thank you"

"I-I know, don't worry, I made sure to do a quick background check on your medical history so I don't trigger any allergies, I promise I will gather more information tonight! Don't worry"

-`♡´- The seller -`♡´

"I already told you, I'm not a yandere"

"How did you know I don't go out?"

"You're practically chronically online! It's just a lucky guess"

"My screen time is something even weirder for you to know!"

"..."

"..."

"... don't tell management"

[Clarification: yes, the seller’s is shorter, that's because as far as we can tell, he's most likely to win first place in the survey so we are saving up most of his character and interactions for his main post (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ - the twins] 

-`♡´- …owner? -`♡´

…???

"Oh, that's an interesting turn of events, so many options yet the button you press is not even part of the survey..? How experimental”

The owner let out a rich laugh as he spoke his usual nonsense to catch your attention through the speakers of the shop.

"Ah yes, 'nonsense'. What a disappointing excuse.."

The owner argued with himself under his breath before he sights.

"Want something to drink?"

*Ejem* little clarification (it's the third one now in this post, get a grip. - tea to himself), characters that aren't in this survey have already been requested in asks or comments or, well, won the first survey. we haven't forgotten about them, we are already working on their posts 💚 - tea

Don't forget! If you like something specific, you can ask freely! As I said before, we love interactions! (Attentions seekers? More like validation seekers lol) - coffee

sorry for any misspellings or weird sentence structure ❣

Divider by tea ✌️ (i know I'm amazing/j)

[quick-catton]

Barry Keoghan Masterlist

Last Updated: February 5th '24

Shorts/Full Films:

Between The Canals – YouTube [@ 9:42]

Stand Up! – YouTube

Stalker - YouTube

King Of The Travellers – YouTube [@ 54:13]

Wasted – Vimeo

North – YouTube

The Break – YouTube

For You – YouTube

Candy Floss – YouTube

Light Thereafter – YouTube

Extras:

'For You' Music Video – YouTube

'SPIDERMAN' Short – YouTube

'Never Gonna Walk Away' Music Video – YouTube

Barry's Old YouTube Channel

'Bar Grylls Adventure Part 1' – YouTube

'Scumbags Comedy Sketch' – YouTube

'Scumbag Robs A Bike' – YouTube

'Lucas Machowski Short Film' – YouTube

'Deleted Short Film Scenes' – YouTube

If you don't mind reblogging to help other people find this, that would be lovely! I have all of his other films too, minus his first three, I just can't share the links in a post since they're not publicly available on YouTube/other streaming services and I don't want to get in trouble lol, so please DM and let me know if you're looking for a specific one not on this list! I'll also be updating this list as/if I find more links. :^)

[twopoppies]

😮🙈🤬

https://x.com/judgyville/status/1856153200803422451?s=46&t=HJNgJeyaKbaPu8DTunwOUA

Not terribly surprising. Sadly. Thousands of teenagers would have done the same thing if they'd had the opportunity. I really wish parents would teach their kids about respecting boundaries (and given that their dad is famous, I'm surprised that wasn't something made clear to them.)

x

[wormswurld]

hiiiiii time to be yucky blucky disgusting on main as per usual 😊 currently #thinking about ollie hiding a razor under his tongue and going in to kiss felix just so he can cut up his lips / tongue a bit and lick the blood don’t ask me the logistics i just know that fag can work his tongue

[kimocus]

[ the silt verses || titanic rising, weyes blood || beautiful floods: environmental knowledge and agrarian change in the mekong delta || what the water gave me, frida kahlo || the river, mary oliver || delicatessen (1991) || on earth we’re briefly gorgeous, ocean vuong || || spirited away (2001) || the silt verses || galleria dell'accademia in florence after the 1966 flood || stalker (1979) ]

[im-getting-help]

Felix, about to take the bike of a rando: wait a minute... who are you?

[ajgrey9647]

Spying the Lion in the Grass

He’d savaged them like a rabid dog, mauling and tearing at their bodies as if their blood could coat his snarling muzzle. Unadulterated hatred radiated from this mysterious Green Ranger in steaming waves, a heavy vapor that weighed their limbs and made them perfect sitting ducks. He was just so…so…angry.

And cruel…

‘I’m his favorite,’ Jason realized fairly early on, after they discovered that their new enemy was none other than Tommy Oliver, the new kid in town.

He often felt eyes on him as he walked down the school hallways, acting as if he were just an average high school jock, unbothered and boisterous like the rest of them despite the fine sheen of sweat that always seemed to gather at his temples or roll down his spine when being observed.

‘Like a lion stalking for a gazelle…’

Jason paused at his locker, the sickly feeling coiling in his stomach, alerting him to Tommy’s presence before he even saw him, standing just across the way at his own locker, but staring over at him intently. The Green Ranger studied him openly, not in the least concerned with discretion.

Was being a creepy asshole really necessary?

He tried to ignore Tommy’s undivided attention, turning away to put his books inside before slamming the door with a metallic clang. Jason wondered if the others noticed that he always seemed to be singled out during battle, something that was happening more and more often as time went on. At first, the Green Ranger was an equal opportunity sadist…

Now he was seeing ‘red’.

Jason noticed that Tommy seemed to always show up wherever he happened to go…whether to the Youth Center, the park, the mall, the grocery store when he went with his mother at her prodding… No where was off-limits. And it was no secret how he found out with Rita Repulsa’s incessant prying, watching the Rangers from her lunar palace.

Though Jason didn’t think the space witch was aware of everything her prized warrior was up to.

However, when it came to secrecy, the Red Ranger could exactly be throwing stones, now could he? Not when he felt an erotic thrill at Tommy’s obsessive stalking as much as he hated to admit it to himself. That was not something he would ever bring up with his teammates though he did ask if Tommy was acting inappropriately with them, crossing boundaries when the group was apart.

The other Rangers denied noticing anything unusual besides the Green Ranger’s assholish behavior at school and on the battlefield, of course.

‘Is that true or is it that they haven’t caught him watching them like he does with me? Or maybe it IS just me he’s fixated on like this…’

Jason didn’t want to alarm his friends by bringing the stalking to their attention. They’d only worry, become distracted or overprotective and end up getting hurt in the process of trying to defend him.

‘I can handle it myself…’

Not that he really wanted it to stop… He didn’t know what Tommy was thinking as they locked eyes in class, in the locker room, while lifting weights at the Youth Center, or as he stood beside the shopping cart while his mom perused the produce aisle. The Green Ranger wasn’t trying to hide himself when he did this, popping in and out of places at random as if he’d just strolled by coincidentally, though they both knew that wasn’t the case.

The Red Ranger was going to confront him about his bizarre, creepy antics, but only when he could manage to catch Tommy alone. Jason suspected there was a sexual tilt to this preoccupation and decided to test his theory before their inevitable ‘discussion’.

‘It can’t be only my imagination…’

[eulaliasims]

After she's coaxed the kids to eat dinner and they've gone up to bed, Claire calls Elly again.

Claire: How?

Eileen: I don't know what you're talking about.

Claire: Yes you do, Eileen.

Eileen: Nah. Hey, did you know that cowplants have venom? I thought they just, like, ate their prey. Apparently it doesn't show up on most tox screens. Some weird bio-compatibility thing, Elanet was telling me about it. Science is craaaaazy.

[texasbama]

.

[actress4him]

OC List:

Obsession

Main whumpee -

Cadence West aka Cady Graham

(Picrew: djarn)

An introvert with a creative eye and a budding career in illustration, Cadence was forced to leave her friends and life behind when her stalker turned into her kidnapper, torturing her for weeks before letting her go again. She changed her name, dyed her hair, and tried to start over on the opposite side of an enormous city, but Oliver has too many connections for her to get away that easily.

More refs and stats

——————————

Caretakers -

Janaysia

(Picrew: djarn)

Kind and patient but not afraid to say what she thinks, Janaysia works full time as a nurse at the local hospital. At home with Devin and Cady, she’s definitely the mom friend and not afraid to own it, whether that’s reminding her friends to drink water or coaxing their feelings out of them.

More refs and stats

——

Devin

(Picrew: djarn)

He’s a part time student, always cramming in homework in between shifts as a barista. Devin and Janaysia have been friends since highschool, only adding Cady to the friend group recently when she started working on her illustrations at the coffee shop where he works. Fairly quiet in public, at home he’s confident and full of jokes, ready to lighten the mood.

More refs and stats

——————————

Whumper -

Oliver Benton

(Model unknown)

As CEO of a Fortune 500 company and one of the richest men in the city, Oliver has eyes everywhere. Most of those he’s had focused on one Cadence West for the past couple of years. There’s just something about her that delights him, especially now that he has her trained to be so docile and obedient. Maybe someday he’ll get bored of her. But he doesn’t anticipate it being anytime soon.

[linztheanimelover]

I’m just imagining ALL the Batkids hiding everywhere to see this deal happen and the look on both Tim and Damien’s faces of pure horror and utter disgust would be amazing.

T&D

Other Batfam:

I love your writing so much it’s really inspiring and fun to read so I really want to see your take on this post https://www.tumblr.com/hello-eden/753339474169282560/phantom-is-ras?source=share and this post I love your writing so much it’s really inspiring and fun to read so I really want to see your take on this post https://www.tumblr.com/new-revenant/753407674944831488/i-had-a-crack-idea-of-since-danny-likes-to-do-time?source=share I think it’s going to be really funny to read

I like the second more, so I'll do that one.

The Justice League attempts to summon the Ghost King to establish a diplomatic truce. If things go well, then they will have a good ally in case they ever get into a fight they can't possibly hope to beat.

Things were looking good. They had gathered all the needed materials that had been scattered across the globe, had found the correct summoning ritual, and had Justice Leauge Dark go through with the summons.

Now, usually the, Justice Leauge had plenty of people who could handle diplomatic missions- Diana and Arthur were royalty raised to missions of these natures- but they weren't sure what to expect from the King of Ghost.

According to John Constantine, the king would expect a gift of some kind, but it had to have a significant emotional attachment. Ghosts, or citizens of the Infinite Realms, were beings of emotions, and gifting one something with deep sentimental value would be far more impressive than any amount of gold.

It also had to be the "first" of something to not offend the King.

Diplomatic missions were usually reserved for the more level-head members, but this particular one needed someone with lots of emotions who would be able to keep things from escalating. It was a rather challenging order.

It was ultimately decided that everyone of the original founding members would be present and would each offer a gift. Whoever impressed the Ghost King the most would become their go between.

The day of the summon arrived, and each member held their sacrifice—no matter what John claimed, it felt like a sacrifice—as the portal grew and expanded in an eerie green glow.

Clark had the first tool box set his father gave him.

Diana had her first set of daggers before her sword training.

Bruce had the first drawings of each of his kids made for him.

Barry had the keys of his first car, that he worked on with his dad.

J'onn had the perfect smooth rock he found on Earth when he first arrived.

Arthur had the first seashell bestowed to him by his nanny.

Oliver brought in a picture of him and his first-ever friend (Bruce pretend not to be touched)

Finally, Hal brought along the number pin for his first fighter plane.

John and Zatanna didn't bring anything as neither wanted to be made into contracts bridges with the King. They would do the summons then blend into the background as the King selected the gift.

When the summons connected, the portal flared out a burst of power and sucked it back in just in time for the sound wave to boom in the room. A few of the heroes had flinched at the burst while others stumbled but everyone was quick to straighten as the King flouted through.

In a simultaneous kneel, everyone offers up their items to the flouting figure. They each stand inside a circle that indicates they are making an offering. No one dares to speak, waiting for the King to review the items, eyes downcast.

The King flouts by each circle, slowly looping through the room. A few members's can catch glimps of his flouting feet as he comes near them, stops before them, turning to face each member before moving on.

The room feels heavy, the silence suffocating until the King speaks. "Oh, thank all the Ancients that it's not the crazy stalker."

Who, they wonder, but no one dares more or speaks as the King floats around the lineup again. He chuckles at Diana's, Hal's, and J'onn's offerings. He coos at Bruce's, Barry's, Arthur's, and Clark's, but the one he ends up choosing is Oliver's.

Choose is a....close enough word anyway.

"Wait, I know him!" the Ghost King exclaims, ripping the photo out of Oliver's hand and sealing the contract. The heroes slowly rise to their feet, Bruce hiding his kid's drawings in cape as fast as he can just in case the King changes his mind.

He really doesn't want to give them up.

"That's the Stalker's grandkid!" The King growls flipping the image around to the startled archer. "How are you connected to the Stalker?"

"I'm not sure who this stalker is, your Highness." Oliver hesitates, watching the king's glowing green eyes turn just slightly darker. "If you explain I wouldn't be opposded to helping you-"

"-get rid of him!?" The King gasp, slapping a hand on his forhead. "Why didn't I think of that? Okay, Oliver Queen, I shall complete a contract with you as long as you get rid of my stalker. He's been following me for years, sending me creepy love letters and just basiclly not dying like a good little human. "

He waves his hand, and an image appears above the heads of the heroes. Bruce's eye twitches when a long-time headache appears, making rather odd smothers to the air- likely taken from the King's memory. "This guy started following me around four hundred and twenty years ago. He even bothers humans who happen to look me- examlple A-"

Bruce's eye twitch grows to face spam as Tim's smiling face appears next to the first image. The King doesn't notice, staring Oliver down with an intense sort of craze look in his eyes. "-and frankly I'm getting tired of it. Do we have a deal?"

Oliver considers the flouting image of Ra's Al Ghul, mildly disturbed by the smolder before he reaches to take the King's hand. The moment their hand interlock green flames burst around their linked fingers, and the King's human-like features melt away to sharp teeth, black eyes, and pointy face structer that does not look human at all.

"A soul for a goal. The seal is made. The Bridge was built. Live with the power of the King, but die with the soul of a man, Oliver Queen." The King chanted in various overlapping voices, coming from every direction at once before poofing out of existence. Oliver rips his hand back towards himself, feeling cold to his bones. The green flames float up into the air, transforming into a box.

It lands with an innocent thump in the stun room, as the King's normal voice rings out. "Thanks for the help! I'm excited to be free of the Stalker! You'll find important information about how to get the Stalker to die in the box and other proof of his creepiness. You have a year."

No one moves for ten minutes before John lights up a cigarette, his voice rough with fear and annoyance. "This is why I don't deal with someone of that power level. You'd better make sure you come through with your side of the bargain. Once heard that Lord Clockwork asked a cult to stop sending him wives, and they sent him husbands instead of listening to the fact that he didn't like virgin sacrifices. He removed the village where the cult originated from the timeline and threw them in the Infinite Realms, trapping them forever in the Middle Ages. Even cursed their princess to turn into a dragon for throwing fits when she was the one to recommend sacrificing other girls."

The Justice League glance at each other before Bruce sighs, "I can call my kids. They always wanted to kill Ra's. Especially Tim."

Oliver stares at his hand, watching the fire slowly disappear. "I don't feel safe...."

[quick-catton]

all i'm saying is felix wouldn't have stood a chance if emotwinkoliver was blinking up at him with those big blue eyes and a pretty pout!

[twopoppies]

Wow that is so gross that Jamie Oliver's wife did that. Like the cardboard cutout doesn't strike me as that big of a deal, lots of people have them. But like, come on Mom, your husband is kinda famous too, how did it not cross your mind how completely inappropriate it is to go sit outside of Harry's home? What if someone had done that to Jamie Oliver, I feel like they would have been (rightfully) pissed. Also I think his daughter was a teen at the time and teenage brains are still developing. You still have to teach them what is and is not appropriate behavior. So if your kid asks for something like that, it's a good time to say no and say why it's a no. If I had asked my mother to take me to Justin Timberlake's home to watch him I would have had a serious talking to from my parents. Liiiiiiiike....I don't like that he made it a joke. It's not funny and it's not appropriate.

No notes.

[wormswurld]

she looks so desperate & in pain…..look at her hands 😵‍💫😵‍💫 my poor baby

[raelis1]

via @inquirenorth

Here's the thing I keep trying to articulate and possibly failing: I don't actually mind characters who are terrible people. I have enjoyed many. What I mind is characters who are terrible people while the narrative keeps trying to say that they are wonderful, often contradicting what the narrative shows us, with no self awareness