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Not That Kind of Guy

Part Seven: Stalker!Anakin Skywalker × femme reader series

Warnings: stalking, weirdo behavior, psychotic/delusional behavior, possessive/protective, sexism/misogyny, sexual content/fantasizing, pervy behavior, panty/scent kink, mask kink (Ghostface), gaslighting/manipulation[Be sure to pay attention to future warnings in the series]

Info: Anakin is perfect boyfriend material. He’s also insane, but that’s okay. He’s thinkin’ some thoughts [diary entries from Ani AND you] extremely not proofread. MDNI 18+

Diary Entry: July 14th

You’d better be so fucking glad that I’m not insane.

I offered you my weapon and you didn’t take it. You have zero self preservation skills, your fight or flight response is so low that it concerns me. You’re worse than a opossum, instead of playing dead you play pretend that it’s normal to have a home intruder with a knife in your bedroom.

You didn’t even attempt to get up and run, not that you could’ve. You wouldn’t have made it more than two steps without collapsing. You could hardly speak, slurring your words like a drunken fool.

You didn’t even call anyone after I left. Didn’t text anyone. Didn’t get out of bed until 1:00pm this morning. If I didn’t have the audio on full blast all night I would’ve busted back in and made sure you were still breathing.

Honestly I’m alittle jealous.

Stupid I know, to be jealous of myself. But you didn’t know it was me. Yet you still let me sit there, you let me talk to you, you let me scratch your head like a good little girl.

Did you really believe it was all a dream?

Do you remember it today?

Can you feel my hands on your skin? Can you taste my cum on your lips?

Did you know it was me?

Date

July 14th

You woke up groggy, way, way past the normal time your internal alarm clock jolts you awake. Disoriented wouldn’t even begin to describe how you felt right now. This was a feeling like nothing you’d ever experienced before.

Unlike last night when your mind was refusing to kick off the blanket of sleep while your body could scarcely react… now your mind was wide awake and running rapidly while your body was aching and not properly calibrated.

You’d been so utterly relaxed during your deep sleep that your muscles got the rest they’d been searching so desperately for your entire life. You felt loose, rested and smooth while also feeling as though you’d been stomped to a pulp by a stampede of angry cattle.

Your head felt swimmy, your lungs felt like they’d been working too hard. Your eyes still couldn’t fully focus either, so it was no surprise that you stumbled clumsily to the kitchen and spilled coffee grounds all over the counter.

You rested your forehead against your folded arms on the counter top, needed a moment to rest your eyes from the harsh lighting. The pounding in your head traveled from one side to the other, keeping a continuous presence behind your sensitive eyes. The moment of silence, well, it gave you time to think.

You had wanted so badly to believe last night was nothing but a weird ass dream, it wouldn’t have been the first time.

But your hopes were squashed when you woke up and saw your diary on the edge of your bed. Even the air felt disturbed, like your room itself was letting you know that it wasn’t all in your head.

He had said he wouldn’t hurt you and you believed him.

He didn’t hurt you.

But if not… why drug you? Was he planning on it and you’d interrupted his plans? Though being a kind, caring, crazy person he backed off instead of forcing you to endure whatever he decided for you while you were awake?

Or had you caught him after the deed had been done?

That ache. That horrible longing in your gut that just refused to go away… was gone. Not dulled, not in hibernation. You felt satisfied and sated.

He said he didn’t hurt you… maybe he just...

You shoved your thoughts into a corner and taped the box shut. That was absolutely sick, you cannot think that way. You can’t. What the hell is wrong with you? You shouldn’t be okay with that.

You should cry. You should scream and wail and cry and throw up.

But how could you be disgusted by a man that had taken away the yearning that had been so deeply rooted within you for so long? Maybe… maybe he didn’t even touch you like that.

Maybe whatever drug he’d given you had somehow flipped the reset switch.

“Sure.” You whispered to yourself, leaning against the countertop. “Sure, that’s all it is. Just that.”

“I have no reason to doubt him. If he wanted to hurt me he would’ve done it. I caught him, if he was truly a terrible person he probably would’ve killed me.” You reasoned with yourself.

“He just came to say hello.” You put your face in your hands, breathing deeply. “Yep. Yep. Yep. That’s all.”

You chose to ignore that fact that your panties were glued to your cunt that morning.

Conveniently over looked the obvious hickey on your left breast.

Pretended not to notice the taste of something salty in the corner of your mouth.

That’s all in your head. He didn’t do that, you didn’t feel sore. You would feel that wouldn’t you? You would’ve woken up right?

‘Right. I would’ve felt it. I would’ve woken up. So it was a dream. Yes.’ You nodded resolutely in agreement with your inner voices.

Some guy dressed as Ghostface was not in your bedroom.

You got out your diary to write about your night at the bar and how wonderful it was, and you fell asleep before you could put your pen to the paper.

Someone slipped something in your drink and it made you sleep very soundly. Someone who didn’t get the chance to take advantage because your two best friends walked you home.

Your subconscious knew that’s what happened and it made all that other stuff up. It’s time to reevaluate your bookshelf. No more dark romance. It’s turned your brain to mush.

Anakin. You should go ask Anakin to review the footage from the bar security cameras. Put your mind at ease that no one had even attempted to follow you home. Maybe you’ll see that no one even drugged you in the first place and you just have one hell of a hangover and an overactive imagination.

First things first though, scoop up those spilled coffee grounds and dump them into the filter. The water gets hot enough, it’ll be fine.

Absentmindedly grabbing your new hello kitty mug, you failed to notice the slip of paper inside until you almost poured creamer over it.

You quickly snatched it up and unfolded it.

‘Sleep well?’

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“Anakin!” You banged on his front door and he answered relatively quickly.

He appeared in a pair of flannel checkered pajama pants and a short sleeved white shirt, socked feet and messy hair.

“I’m not picking my nose I swear, I’m changing my nose ring.” He grinned, one finger in his left nostril while he screwed on the ball to a new black steel ring, replacing the previous plain stainless steel one.

“M’sorry I didn’t mean to-“

“No worries baby, what’s up?” He asked, running a hand through his hair before shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Can you do me a favor please?” You asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“Of course, what’d you need princess?” He asked, his face full of sympathy. “Wanna come in? We can chat.”

He didn’t wait for you to answer, he simply stepped aside and held the door open, lifting that arm slightly so he could usher you underneath his arm and into his apartment.

“Need a drink or anything?” He asked, thumbing toward the fridge.

When you shook your head he gently grasped one of your elbows and brought you to the couch, he kneeled on one knee and held both your hands with his. He looked up at you like he was studying the most delicate piece of artwork on earth.

“What’s going on doll?” He whispered, tucking a hair behind your ear, “you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Your eyes flashed at his lips quickly, and widened slightly, but you shook your head.

‘If only you knew.’ You thought, your inner voice giving a mirthless laugh.

“N-no.” You sighed. “Is there anyway you can convince your boss to let me look through the security footage from the bar last night?”

“Yeah sure, I doubt he’d care.” Anakin shrugged. “Why? Did you lose something?”

“Um no.” You said, contemplating on telling him your story, no matter how stupid it might make you look.

“You can tell me anything sweetheart.” Anakin cooed.

“It’s just… I think maybe someone slipped something in my drink last night.”

“You think someone drugged you?” He repeated, his hands tightening around yours.

“Well I don’t know for sure!” You said quickly. “I just woke up feeling weird and dizzy… n’ well I don’t know it doesn’t matter.”

“I’ll make sure we get that footage okay?” He promised, pulling you into his chest and smoothing your hair down your back.

You didn’t speak, you just let him pet you for a moment. The thought of telling him what had actually happened scared you. It made your stomach flip, twist into knots and yank your guts so tightly that you thought you’d never be able to eat again.

He’d think you’re nuts. He’d think you’re a liar. He’d think you wrote that note yourself. He… what would he do? If he believed you? Would he call the cops? Get angry at you for not doing it yourself?

You were vaguely aware of Anakin speaking to you and once he realized you weren’t comprehending a single word, he stopped. He leaned back to look at your face where it rested against his chest.

“Babydoll?” He said worriedly, waving his hand in front of your face to get your attention. “What’s got you all tore up?” He asked in a whisper.

You shook your head, hoping to scramble your thoughts back into order.

“It’s nothing, I just…” You breathed deeply, realizing only now that you’d started to cry.

The safety you felt with Anakin had allowed you to feel these confused feelings in a closed and controlled environment. You chided yourself for thinking he’d react offensively, you may as well just tell him. At least part of it… right?

“Hey, princess.” He said, his voice tinged with a worried kind of uncertainty. “You’re kinda scaring me, I need you to talk to me baby.” He whispered softly.

“I think someone broke into my house last night.” You blurred out suddenly, your words surprising yourself. The moment they left your lips the words caused you to shudder, eyes watering, staring at Anakin like a poor hopeless little kitten on an ASPCA commercial.

“What do you mean someone broke into your house?” He asked sternly, his hands firm on your shoulders.

“I don’t know. Maybe I imagined it.” You said embarrassedly.

“I checked all over the apartment this morning and can’t seem to find out how they got in. I just remember someone being there.” You added, biting your lip as you picked at the skin on your fingers.

“Do you want me to go look?” He asked softly. “You can stay right here, I’ll go look if you want.”

“Really?” You sniffled. “Will you?”

“Of course.” He soothed, cupping your face with both hands and wiping the remnants of your tears away. “You stay put. I’ll be right back.”

Anakin grabbed a thick Sherpa blanket…

Sherpa blanket? He has a Sherpa blanket? Hot. A man with good taste in throw blankets is a man worth pursuing.

He covered you up and patted your head, his fingers stalling momentarily as he gave you a wide-eyed, quizzical look as though he might ask you something or maybe had an odd thought. But, you could see him internally shaking whatever it was that crossed his mind away.

“I’ll be back in a sec okay?” He said, walking to his front door and shutting it with a click behind him.

Anakin walked into your apartment and idly stood in the kitchen, thinking to himself and wondering just how much you remembered. Boogie purred and looped around at his feet so he scooped her up and held her like a baby while pacing the room.

“What should I do? Hmm?” He asked, scratching beneath her chin.

“You have great advice usually.” He muttered. “C’mon… I- fuck.” He groaned.

“I can’t just ask her can I?” He huffed. “No, I can’t.”

“I’ll just… offer to put up some cameras,” he chuckled to himself. “Easy. It’ll make her feel better huh?”

“Thanks… good kitty.” He said giving her a peck on the head before sitting her on the kitchen counter and walking back to his apartment.

He popped his head around the corner to see you still sitting exactly where he left you.

“Good news is: there isn’t anyone there now.” He said with a sympathetic smile. “I can’t find any evidence of a break-in…”

“I know!” You said, exasperatedly throwing your hands up.

“Hush.” He said sternly. “Just because I didn’t find anything, doesn’t mean it didn’t happen okay?”

He doesn’t believe you. He doesn’t believe that your space had been invaded, that your sanctuary had been tainted. But, he believes that you believe it was. And that’s enough of a reason for him to play along for your peace of mind. Within reason of course. He’s not confirming your fears, he’s leaving it open ended but putting up a gate to keep it in check. He’s protecting you from yourself and your own anxiety.

Too bad he’s wrong. Although it’s real sweet that he’s trying.

“Okay.” You blushed at his change in tone, like he was speaking to a child having a tantrum.

You didn’t fully understand why, but every time he did that, it made your stomach flip- in a good way. It was… strangely comforting? Maybe? Or maybe it was just hot, either way you weren’t complaining in the slightest.

“Do you want me to set up a security system for you? Some cameras or?” He offered, sitting next to you and opening his arms which you quickly leaned into.

“Cameras?” You echoed, why hadn’t you thought to put those in when you moved in? You’re a girl, living alone, in a less-safe area of town.

“Yeah.” He nodded. “Would that make you feel better?”

“I don’t know… maybe just those window and door alarms?” You suggested. “You know the ones that make that horrible screeching sound when they’re armed and someone tries to open the door?”

“Yes.” He chuckled. “I know exactly what you’re talking about.”

“I had one on the back garden gate at my moms house.” He said, smoothing out your hair.

“Really? Why?” You asked.

“Cause she thought I was sneaking out.” He chuckled.

“Were you?”

“Yes.” He laughed. “I just wanted to go smoke with my friend who lived in the same subdivision as us. Apparently she’d been hearing the gate open and shut.”

“She was never one for confrontation, so I guess scaring the shit out of me was her way of telling me to stop sneaking out to smoke pot.” He smirked. “I screamed, like a real actual scream. Sounded like a little girl.”

“Oh poor you.” You laughed, looking up at him as you giggled. “My parents never found out I snuck out.” You said teasingly.

“Oh really? What were your methods?” He snorted.

“Well, we didn’t have a fence first of all.” You said. “Second, I was on the ground floor and my bedroom window didn’t have a screen in it.”

“Mmm.” He nodded, his chest rising and falling methodically. “Smart.”

“Yep.” You smiled. “So how bad did you get in trouble?”

“Trouble? None.” He chuckled, leaning back to look at you. “I was momma’s pride and joy, I could do no wrong. She just gave me a warning, unspoken. But still very, very loud.”

“Oh so what you’re saying is she let you get away with it huh?” You laughed.

“Pretty much.” He smiled, pausing for a moment. “So is that what you want then?”

“Yeah… I think I’d rather have those. Maybe it’ll scare ‘em off and make ‘em scream like a little bitch, like you.” You teased, trying to lighten the mood.

“Oh baby, you wound me.” He sighed. “Guess you’ll have to find someone else to install them for you, huh?”

“What?” You sat up and furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“What?” He said mockingly. “You really want a little bitch installing your security system? My little girly hands just won’t get the job done.” He teased.

Little girly hands? Little girly hands?

Those hands were anything but little, everything masculine. Strong and firm. Long fingers that would lace perfectly in yours, those same fingers would feel at home between your…

“Fine, I take it back.” You said quickly, pulling yourself from your dirty thoughts. You couldn’t seriously be drooling over those veined hands while discussing your potential house invasion.

“Good girl.” He grinned. “I’ll order them for you okay?” He said, brushing his knuckle against your cheek.

“Thank you.” You sighed in relief, ignoring the shiver his touch sent through you.

“No problem princess.” He said softly.

Diary Entry: July 14th

God I feel so… conflicted.

I never feel conflicted when it comes to you. It’s so strange, this feeing. It’s like I’m being pulled in two directions.

I love you. So much baby.

I love the way you felt in my arms today. I loved the way you let me hold you, comfort you. We have such a good connection. Such a normal, real, blossoming relationship.

But I’ve went and made things complicated haven’t I?

I should’ve waited. I should’ve been more careful. I should’ve sucked it up and just watched through the cameras and kept my hands to myself. I have patience, I should’ve used it.

It’s just… you’re so tempting.

You love it. Whether you know it or not, I know it. I see it, hear it, taste it. You need me. Conscious and consenting or unconscious and oblivious. Either way, you need me.

So it’s really not my fault. I might’ve thrown the snowball that’s triggered the avalanche, but you’re not running from it. You’re letting it drag you under and doing it with a blush and blissful smile.

Ghostface has thrown an unexpected but possibly very interesting wrench in my plans. You reacted so strangely. I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s eating me alive inside, the way you just… accepted it. It’s amazing.

Truly, it’s astonishing. This side of yourself that you’ve kept locked away and hidden from view, maybe even hidden from yourself until now. Do you have a Pit too? Did that surprising reaction crawl out of the depths of your enigmatic mind?

It’s a mystery to me. One I will never crack, it drives me nuts. Knowing that there’s a truly unsolvable puzzle in front of me, I can pick and pick and pick, but I’ll never find all the pieces. You’re too smart, too clever, too perfect. Why would your mind maze be any different?

What have you got hidden in there? In that one place I can’t break into? The one part of yourself you can hide from me?

I’ve gotten a taste, a small one. Lightly salted, hardly seasoned thoughts sprawled on the pages of your diary. No one, not even me, writes everything down. There are things that will stay locked away in my mind, never to be spoken or written. I’m sure you have those things too. Probably not anywhere near as… depraved as mine. But strange and unusual enough that you’d never willingly allow anyone to learn.

As much as I hate that I can’t read your mind, I love it too. That hidden side of yourself that is only for you. It’s something I’m not sure that you would ever show me, not even when you’ve finally fallen in love with me. Not even when we’re too old to care about anything but our happiness… I don’t think you’d share it then either.

That’s a shame. It really is.

But you might share that side of yourself with Ghostface.

I know you.

I know you well enough to realize that the fawn who timidly, but let their curiosity guide them to speak with Ghostface is not the same doe that blinks up at Anakin with adoration.

You. Are. So. Much. Like. Me.

Anakin looks at you with a sense of love, pure and unfiltered. He wants the best for you because he cares so deeply. He wants to keep you safe and warm and forever happy. Because that’s his duty as a loving and caring partner. Your protector and provider.

Ghostface looks at you with love yes, but also obsession and deeply rooted perversion. An infatuation so strong that he’d shed gallons of blood just to get to you. He wants the best for you, in his own way. He wants to keep you safe while giving you the danger he knows that you crave. He wants to keep you warm by feeding the flame of your own twisted little fantasies. The ones so dark you won’t even write them in your diary. He wants to keep you forever happy too, just not in the traditional sense.

And if he gets to have his own fun along the way… well, we both know I’m a fan of killing two birds with one stone. Of course Ghostface would have some mutually beneficial, selfishly planned ideas too, right? He’s unafraid to be what Anakin tries to keep hidden.

Maybe we can have both? Separately… at least for a little while.

You can have us both.

We can have the fawn and doe.

That could be fun. I think I’d like that. You’re just perfect, you’re so perfect. I never would’ve imagined I would be lucky enough to find someone who was as fucked in the head as me. The theory is of course untested, but I have a feeling that I’m right. I think you’ll love Ghostface just as much as you love Anakin.

Because I love the fawn just as much as I love the doe.

The doe that blinks up at me like it’s been caught in the high beams of a truck. The doe that is clever enough to carry on a good banter with me. Sweet and kind and gentle. That’s the recipe for the perfect little deer, they’re such a gentle animal. Soft.

Just like you. They bed down in the softest grass, nest themselves up in a way that keeps them hidden and safe. You do the same, all those stuffed animals and the ridiculously thick and fluffy comforter you sleep under.

They’re smart. They can be sneaky and quiet if they need to be. They have hard and dangerous hooves if they truly need to use them. So do you, but you’ve proven that just like a doe, you’d rather return to the safety of your nest instead of bucking up to kick your problems square in the chest.

Even though they’re smart enough to know they’re prey, they’re too sweet, too pure to believe anyone could have bad intentions. That’s why the bucks have antlers. Sharp and precise, ready to clash into whatever threatens his doe, head first.

Sound familiar?

Then there’s the fawn. The you I’ve only just begun to know. Tiny, meek, fragile. A bleat so small and unsure that it’s comical, like the way you spoke to Ghostface.

They cower, hide. Walk on unsteady legs that cause them to flounder when they’re nervous. They get overconfident; leaping and running on those lanky limbs and regretting it when they fall to their knees, legs folded beneath them and calling out for their protector.

They have those innocent doe eyes all the time, not just when caught off guard. Like the you that Ghostface met. So curious and wrongfully trusting. They don’t realize danger until it’s too late, they’re just exploring the world around them and suddenly they’re gone.

That’s why it’s important that you stay within arms reach of me. That’s why I watch you so closely. That’s why you need me.

They’re so easily taken advantage of; the purity, the innocence, it’s a recipe for disaster if it’s left to develop on its own. But when it’s nurtured? Well cared for? Allowed to roam within reason? In the safety of the net it’s protector has spread out for them?

Well, they’ll blossom. Just like you. You’re so eager to learn and soak up all the knowledge you’ve been so curious about, but too afraid to seek out on your own.

Ghostface can help with that. He’ll keep you safe while giving you the room to explore. He’ll allow you to think that you’re independently experiencing a new world, even though he’s the one who’s crafting it for you.

What a surprise it’ll be when we tell you we’re the same guy. It’ll be your dream come true huh? Sweet and tender boyfriend material, bring home to momma, respectful and gentle Anakin. With a side of… well controlled obsession motivated lunacy.

See? I’m self aware. Crazy people don’t know they’re crazy. I’m not a psycho, I’m. Not. That. Kind. Of. Guy.

But Ghostface is.

I love you. You love me. We can just merge the four of us together. Fours a crowd but twos a party or some shit like that.

Date

July 19th

Anakin waltzed into your apartment and locked the door behind him. In his break and enter self imposed uniform. No mask though, he just had it tucked under his arm just incase. He liked to be prepared, especially after you’d surprised him by waking up when he’d so carefully planned for you to do the opposite.

He scooped up Boogie for company, went to your bedroom and locked the door behind him. He kicked off his shoes and climbed into your bed, staying standing to adjust the camera above your bed. He needed to uncover that lens. No reason to suffer with just the audio anymore, not when he had a perfectly good excuse that you were semi aware of now.

With task one complete he propped up his phone against one of your many stuffies to have the background noise of one of the shows he’s finally getting around to watching: Narcos. He can understand the hype around it when it was first released now and kind of wishes he’d sucked it up and jumped on the bandwagon to watch it with everyone else in the world back then.

With his work area set up he reached under your mattress with one long arm and pulled out your diary. He’d been impatiently waiting for you to formulate some questions and he’d hear you speaking to yourself about it the night before.

So he cracked open the little pink book and pulled out the red ink pen he’d brought along.

It just wouldn’t be as fun to use one of your cutesy little gel pens or just a plain old black one. But it would be fun to add just a dash more intimidation into the scenario.

It’s a proven fact that red is an uneasy color for humans. It’s one of those things that never fully went away when people developed past the primitive brain. Most people don’t even realize it, but studies show that red ink really does affect the brain. It’s very subtle but it’s still there. The mind is a strange place.

Red bad, blood red, scary.

That’s why all good horror movies have the killers write in red ink… or just straight up blood. It’s unsettling.

Anakin leaned back and got comfortable, flipping through the pages to read the few entries that he hadn’t yet, before moving on to the main course, a page titled: Answer Me

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Your Diary Entry: Answer Me

Do I know you? If I don’t then who are you?

We’ve met.

Nice try, you’re not getting that out of me yet. Bold of you to ask though, I like that.

Just call me Ghost.

I’m sure that I know you, why else would you hide your voice?

Clever girl.

What do you look like?

You saw me. I didn’t realize you needed glasses.

Do appearances mean that much to you? Well, here’s what I look like under the mask:

Funny, huh?

Why me?

I don’t have enough room in this book to answer this question sweetheart.

So I’ll shorten it: you’re perfect, precious… and I love you because of it.

How did we meet?

You’re really confident that you’ve met me. It would’ve been embarrassing if you were wrong.

I saw you, you saw me. That’s how most people meet isn’t it?

Will you come back?

I’d have to be dead to be kept from you, even then you’d never be without me.

The afterlife is just a step behind the living.

It’d be fun to try out that poltergeist stuff anyway, don’t you think?

How did you get in? I checked and had a friend check… no sign of forced entry.

I know. I saw you both.

Not too long ago, you left your window unlocked. My main goal is to keep you safe and happy, you can’t be safe with an open window easily accessible by a fire escape. So I climbed in and closed it for you.

Have you looked for your spare key lately? I know where it is. It’s in my pocket. On my keychain.

How long have you been watching me?

I like the way you asked this. Not ‘how long have you been doing this’, not ‘how many times have you broken in’.

I’ve been watching you for quite a while now. Long enough that you should’ve definitely noticed by now. Just another reason you need me to protect you. You’ve been completely oblivious.

Go to the next page for the rest of this. I have more to say; you need a lecture.

Hello again, let’s continue shall we?

You’re utterly hopeless in the way of self awareness and keeping watch of your surroundings.

I walk you to and from work nearly everyday.

I sat on your fire escape every night for weeks, to watch you fall asleep on the couch, watching your little shows.

I’ve been to your sisters house, I’ve been to the library to see who is in your book club, I’ve even been to the gym with you.

You never noticed. That’s… forgivable. I’ve been very good at keeping myself hidden, ie. all the times I laid on top of the roof next door to watch you sleep through your bedroom window. But that was before I started visiting your home.

(Have you noticed that those curtains stay closed now? I always shut them for you because you’re forgetful.)

But you know what isn’t forgivable? Everything I’ve done inside your home that you’ve never noticed.

Sweetheart, I love you. I really do. But god you’d probably die without someone around to hold your hand. Haven’t you noticed that certain things seem to be growing into less of a chore and more of a manageable task?

I know that you have, but you thought it was all you, all on your own.

I’ve been making sure your favorite mugs are washed. I’ve been vacuuming because you never do it enough. I’ve been taking out the bathroom trash on the off occasion because I know you hate doing it.

I replace things for you. This one really gives me a giggle.

You’ve been using the same bottle of Persil laundry detergent for almost two months. Ever wondered why it stays half full? No?

Your favorite cereal never runs out either.

You’re adorable, so clueless.

It’s all helpful things sweetheart. No worries, I’m not just some weirdo creep. I do actually care about you and your well-being too. I love you.

You haven’t missed a single birth-control pill since I’ve been setting it out for you.

You’ve been sleeping so much better, in your own bed where you should be, because of that yummy SleepyTime tea. It’s nice to wake up feeling rested isn’t it?

I did my research, remember when you felt real down a while back? That’s when I started setting out your medicine and giving you that tea. I read that it was probably a hormone imbalance because you’re too forgetful to take your pill consistently.

I like to help, I want to help. It makes life easier for you and that’s what’s most important. That’s what a man should do, take care of the one he loves, keep her happy, safe and loved. I’m dedicated to you. I want you to know that.

Anyway, I’m getting sidetracked and you have more questions to be answered my curious girl.

If you didn’t plan on hurting me, why did you drug me, why did you bring a knife?

Valid question.

Am I being watched ALL the time?

No, I’m not a psycho. You deserve privacy, I’ve never peeked in on you in the bathroom in any capacity. I don’t always watch you in your bedroom. But I do listen. I like to hear you snore, it’s like ASMR.

I’ve never accidentally seen you naked if that what you’re asking. It’s always on purpose.

Why haven’t you made yourself known? Why no weird calls or notes or anything? Isn’t that a thing stalkers do?

No. It’s not. At least not for me.

I don’t want to freak you out. Leaving weird calls and notes would scare you. That’s the last thing I want.

I’ll start, let you get the full experience lol.

(Not creepy shit though I promise.)

What do you get out of watching me sleep? Have you touched me?

You’re beautiful, peaceful, angelic. It’s just nice to be in your presence. It’s calming in a way. Like how grandmas knit to wind down in the afternoon. Kinda like that I guess.

Maybe.

Are there cameras here?

Yes. But not everywhere, like I said, you deserve privacy.

They’re here for security reasons, but also because it sucks to sit in the rain on a fire escape. My ass would get frozen to the metal grate when it was cold.

I don’t use them for what you think though.

Will you ever tell me who you are?

Would you be able to cope with knowing my identity? I mean, there’s a reason I wear the gloves and mask, change my voice. Like I said, you know me in the real world. I won’t ever show you my face if it means losing you there.

I’d stop coming here like this though. If you wanted. But I don’t think you do. Do you?

You’ve obviously read my diary. Is that why you chose Ghostface?

What do you think? :)

There. Questions answered.

Don’t expect me in person for a bit, you should take some time to process. I know it’s a lot.

I’ll still be there for you though, I wouldn’t leave you completely. Never.

I have a feeling you won’t tell anyone. But I do of course have to ask: please, don’t tell anyone okay? It’d make me sad :(

Not even Lukey or Anakin okay?

I’ll warn you before I make an appearance next time.

Date

July 28th

The bell above the door at the Bluebird chimed and your head perk up immediately. There he was, right on time.

Anakin had been much, much closer to you since your meeting with Ghost. You still hadn’t told him. Probably never would.

Who would believe something so insane anyway? Anakin had handled the whole ‘home intruder and I’ve been drugged’ situation extremely well. He was very supportive, your certain that if you did ever share the information on Ghost with him, he would do his best to validate you, but he’d definitely make you go to therapy.

“My princess.” He grinned, walking up to the counter and sitting on a barstool, both hands palm up on the countertop for you to place yours in.

“Hey Ani.” You smiled softly, you loved this.

You loved what this had bloomed into. You never thought you’d fall for a traditional guy, but here you are, with Anakin.

“Whatcha got left? Almost done?” He queried, rubbing the backs of your hands with his thumbs while he gazed at you with those dreamy blue eyes.

“I’ll be ready to leave as soon as Sara clocks in.” You peered back into the kitchen, hoping to see her walk in the back door any moment.

“Good, we’ve got places to be.” Anakin teased.

“Do I have to go in my work clothes?” You whined. “I smell like french fries!”

“Mmm my favorite perfume of yours.” He snickered. “No, you don’t baby. I brought you a change of clothes. Dress or pants?”

“Oh? You brought options?” You asked in surprise.

“Of course I brought options. I’m not a mind reader.” He smirked.

“No, but you might as well be.” You laughed.

“Mmhmm.” He looked down at your hands and laced his fingers with yours. “Pants?”

“Yes please.” You nodded with a laugh. “See? Mind reader.”

“I wish.” He rolled his eyes. “Just know my girl well that’s all.” He smiled, one hand leaving yours to cup your cheek.

“Sara’s here.” He nodded to the back door as it was opening.

“Oh good!” You said, patting his hand on your cheek and spinning around to clock out.

Once Anakin had led you out to his car he opened the back passenger door and handed you one of your small backpacks with clothes in it.

“Change inside?” He asked, nodding toward the restaurant.

“Ew no.” You scoffed. “I’ll just change in the backseat.” You shrugged.

“Sure thing baby.” He laughed, gesturing for you to get in.

He stood outside with his back resting against the side of the car, ever respectful of you and your boundaries. Soon enough you knocked on the window and he moved out of the way to open the door for you and help you into the front of the car.

“Lookin’ good princess.” He let out a low whistle that had you blushing.

“Thanks.” You squeaked, despite being so comfortable with him, you couldn’t help but be bashful sometimes.

He was never not confident in the things he said to you. If he wanted to tell you something, he did. With his full chest.

Tonight was your first real, official date. Anakin had planned it all for you, you weren’t privy to his choices but you assumed it would be casual considering the clothes he’d offered you. He’d said ‘men should plan the dates and their girls should just enjoy them’.

Fuck feminism. Anakin made you forget you had the right to vote, he made you forget what it was like to do things on your own, he made you forget the horrors of being a girl left alone.

With him around you never had to lift a finger.

So it was no surprise that when you arrived at the restaurant he walked around, opened your door and offered you his arm. Not unexpected that he would order your food for you, somehow he always knew what you wanted, you didn’t even bother picking up the menu anymore.

Not a shock at all that when he got you home you didn’t have to do anything but lay back and be loved.

Part Eight

Just realized that probably not everyone knows what a butterfly knife is, so here’s a gif (I’ll put one in the previous post too) like you’re telling me this isn’t Anakin’s weapon of choice??? Show off.

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lundenloves · 10 months

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“ 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐍𝐘’𝐒 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 ” ¹

≔ simon refuses to come to terms with soap’s death and it eats at him. his grief follows him into the house and you’re growing tired of it, ultimately resulting in a fuck off argument.

⤷ i had fun with this and though it’s unedited and likely mid, the general idea of simon being unable to grieve is something my brain really believes in.

∷ no warnings, primarily angst and arguments | 1.3k

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If this was a cinematic, cameras would’ve been thrown around the house. In every corner, every false window and crevice, complete with one or two camera men on the move — walking through the set with purposeful footstep recoil to immerse the audience.

The others would be crouched to catch shots of power, hands dropped to sides and balled fists. It would all come together so nicely, the false stairs that led to nothing and the kids that sat by the top, huddled together as if it was a cold night and not a shouting match. Except it wasn’t a cold night, and this wasn’t a show.

There was no flashy equipment with dozens of foot traffic and the industrial sized lights didn’t exist. Neither did the hangar a home scene was to be constructed under. There weren't trailers filled with makeup artists and hair stylists because everything has to be just right. No. This was reality.

This was late nights, eyebags and fatigue induced arguments. This was baby cries and projectile sick, a sequence of unfairness. One child sleeps, one comes alive and two in the morning hadn’t ever seemed so restless. Simon would’ve given his life for this all to be a show that night. Something he didn’t have to live. To face.

You recklessly followed him through the house, the wood creaked under each step and hands ran through his hair to join at the back of his head. “This is your fucking issue. You just—“ You waved your hands, coming to a halt opposite him in the kitchen. His hands fumbled the drawers for a lighter. “You store everything away until it bursts in your head and I get the brunt of it.”

He laughed at that, shoulders briefly rising in amusement before sticking a cigarette to his lip. “That right is it?” A mumble for the way he stilled to light it, head tilted with the action.

“I’m not fucking doing it anymore.”

His brows creased at that, sliding the lighter back onto the counter with eyes locked onto yours in a certain deadness. The ember burned with his inhale, chin tilted upward to exhale the smoke by the now open door.

Your chest heaved in frustration. “You never talk to me about things. I'm your wife. Your fucking wife.” Your words landed on deaf ears for his chuckle, lazily shifting to tip his cigarette before rubbing at his upper lip. “Talk to me. This isn’t a threat, or an interrogation or fucking anything to do with your job.” You closed a step. “Learn to seperate your work from your home, fucking hell.”

The cigarette was slowly ditched, left on its ashtray to create a trail of upward smoke and Simon took a step closer. Physical space between you now limited for his frame and right then came a quiet, “If it was that easy, do you think I'd be like this? Hm?” His tone hardened, body shifting ever so closer to raise his voice in your ear. “Eh?”

There was a pause for him to linger above you. The smell of his cigarette still clung to the air and you pulled your face up at his immediate presence. “He’s fucking Dead!” The roar was one that pushed a physical reaction from you, a step backward and a scowl. By now, the cameras would have taken a solo shot on his mannerisms. The way his fingernails dug into palms, resting in their familiar dents of anger. “He’s dead.” And a second camera would’ve caught his falter after a voice break, shaking his head in out of body denial.

“And what. Eh?” He took his own step back to reach for the cigarette. “What the fuck do you want me to do about it?”

You shook your head, no doubt accompanied by a reluctant tear for the mention. “You know what?” A laughless chuckle came, puffing out your lips in exasperation before eyes had fixed back onto the man before you. And for a second, a brief second, he looked panicked. Frightened almost. As if his whole world had come crashing down and he had only just noticed in a matter of seconds.

“Fuck you.” You point to his chest, a finger pressed against the hard muscle twice in punctuation. “For all I care you could’ve joined him.”

Simon laughed, clapping his hands in aggressive amusement. “Oh that’s good.” His voice would raise just a notch though plastered with a defensive smile, landing his palms back onto the counter to watch you grab keys from the unit. His shoulders sunk inward, shaking his head once you had reached the hall. “Would’ve been better if it was me, eh!”

His voice echoed off the walls, and the creak of the top step was something you selfishly couldn’t deal with. Your kids wouldn’t easily forgive you for leaving that night, though in your defense it was all a blur. Simon leant forward on the counter, just enough to see you angrily fumble with your shoes. “Because I was fucking thinking it too.”

Though the shoes were picked up in an instant, and the stomps of your feet hit the hardwood flooring abruptly. In mere seconds you found yourself in front of him. “You don’t get to be like this.” A finger prodded to his chest once again, your step forward forcing his reluctant step backward. “You don’t fucking get to say that.”

He stared, slow blinks defeating any hint of outward care for your words. Words that were clawing at your insides, turning a nausea in your stomach. “Do you know just how much bullshit you’ve put me through?” Your hand raised to your height, gesturing the scale of his intolerability. “Do you even know the half of it?”

Simon wasn’t lost for words, though he let you have your moment. The welling of tears in your eyes was somewhat betraying the fire your tone wanted to hold. Fingernails continued digging into his palms, and he wouldn’t have been surprised if blood was drawn hadn’t it been for bitten nails.

“Do you even know how many times i’ve cried? How many times— because you’re so fucking,” Your hands waved in attempts to find the right word. “Unclear! You’re so, so,” A laugh escaped you, “So self-centered.”

Simon broke then, standing up straight from his previous lean and ridding the cigarette he had picked up once more, brows raised while tipping it. “I’m self centered?” A chuckle. “Fuck off.”

Though you’re already backing down the hall, shaking your head with a grin. “Hah,” Hands dropped to your sides. “You’re unbelievable.” Tone dull, the lack of shock condoning a tinge of pain in Simon’s chest.

The door slammed and he laughed. He laughed in deflection and knowing that he would sleep bad that night, that the cameras would now be shakily walking backward from the door and his laugh would echo. The slam seemed to shift the whole house and little feet were heard scurrying back into rooms, their doors clicking shut with upmost quiet effort.

“Text me when you’ve grown up, yeah?” Were your last bitten words, leaning on the bannister to slide old shoes on and Simon lit up another cigarette.

Silence hadn’t ever seemed so loud. His ears rang and his head spun for your exit, a symbolic line in your marriage for thus far you had never left.

Your patience was finally running out.

“Let me feel something, mate.” Came a mumble to no one in particular, though it was meant for Johnny. An arm crossed to his chest with the opposing elbow leant on the crease, cigarette ash blowing across the kitchen floor for his lack of care.

The cameras would cut and you wouldn't really be gone.

Neither would Johnny.

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indornaga · 2 months

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Hey, Lets Talk About Therian Gatekeeping.

If you've ever seen my work, you know that I'm a very inclusionist therian. People & creatures who have read my work or been to one of my presentations of Therian: Dispelling the Earthen Animal Myth have been very receptive of the information and have passed it on to others in the community that havent been so fortunate as to have experienced and learned along side me. There's still a lot of work to be done in this venture, and every person & creature who shares it is a crucial part of history.

So why does the "therian = earthen animal" belief exist and persist? My favorite theory is that there's a pervasive need to be seen as legitimate. Fictional and mythical animals arent seen as real, in their therian-worldview. Not real enough for exclusionists, and that theory is constantly reinforced by exclusionists who insist that inclusionists are the ones trying to rewrite the term's history.

Let me show you what I mean.

Here's a link to where I got this screenshot. Please note the date in the upper right hand corner of the screenshot. For context, this is from a thread on the community's originating website, Alt.Horror.WereWolves. This is the thread that originates our current usage of Therian/thrope/y. (The censored info is the members' real names. You can see them uncensored at the link, unfortunately. I've censored them here for privacy.)

As I see it, therianthropy applies to *any* human/animal form, regardless of history, powers, or other attributes.

The original defining discussion thread of therianthropy includes "any human/animal form". Gatekeepers are the ones in the wrong here.

There's an argument amongst exclusionists, "if therianthropy can extend to include non-earthen animals, what's the point of therianthropy as a concept?" For those who arent aware, although therianthropy and otherkinity significantly overlap in their experiences and the way those experiences are described, the two communities developed separately, with overlap in experience and terms used, depending on which of the two a member found first. It's so deeply ingrained in these exclusionists that therians can only be real animals, that they choose a narrow inclusion or non-existence.

On top of this, it's incredibly disturbing that these people & creatures are encouraging revisionist history by completely denying original, first hand sources that tell them they're wrong. They delete messages that inclusionists reply with, giving them these primary sources. So I'm here showing you the truth.

If you've been led to believe, threatened even, that you're "not a real therian" if you believe therians can be non-earthen animals, then I'm here holding your paw, telling you that your inclusion in a term/experience doesnt hinge on how well you uphold the standards of a few.

If you would like more reading about this, I have a whole essay, linked at the beginning of the post, with dozens of citations to primary sources about this issue. If you agree that "therian = earthen animal only", I challenge you to read the essay. Read and really analyze the sources linked there. Engage with your history in it's purest form, not from others telling you things. Learning and expanding your worldview is the most powerful way to grow as a person.

#therian #therianthropy #therianthrope

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idk6123 · 3 months

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Helping The Puppeteer (Frenchie X Male Reader)

Potential sequal of Puppeteer The Puppeteer (Homelander x Male Reader) (Depending how you view the relationship) If you haven't read it, link is above

The Boys recently discovered about the newest member of The Seven, Y/N, but more know as The Puppeteer. With his telepathic abilities, such as mind-reading and mind control, The Boys know he’s going to be a massive danger to society. Although acting modest when the camera is on, they don’t know how he acts behind the scenes. And even if he’s a good guy, there is no doubt in their mind Homelander will use Puppeteer’s abilities to gain further power.

The group are sitting around, all discussing the current threat.

“Just imagine of he controls the president, or some people in congress.” Butcher makes sure to remind the group about the possibilities. “Can make any law he wants, and there is no doubt Vought will take advantage of that.”

“What are we going to do about it?” MM asks. “If we try to take him out, he will just take over our mind and probably force us to kill ourselves.”

“And to make things worse, I never see him without Homelander.” Hughie adds.

“It’s clear he views him as one of his biggest assets.” Butcher comments. “And right fully so. That kid is a menace to society. And as much I hate to admit it, unless we get a miracle where Puppeteer is unconscious and without Homelander, there is nothing we can do.”

“It’s likely Homelander bring him along if he’s fighting.” Frenchie points out. “And to think Homelander is dangerous…”

“There got to be something that can counter him.” Butcher, always the stubborn man, still believes he and the group can defeat The Seven and Vought. “We just need more info about him. Without Puppeteer, there will be one major threat less.”

And so, the group begins researching into their new target. Learning about his past, likes and dislikes, hobbies and other information. With that, they hope for an opening where they spot Y/N alone. Learning from Starlight, it’s likely their target put on some disguise in order to blend freely with society.

As everyone disperse around the city, either doing other missions, Frenchie is on the current case. He’s watching at the entrance of Vought. As he waits for what it feels like forever, he spots someone leaving the building, wearing sunglasses and a cap. However, all the other physical requirements fit him.

With Y/N leaving, Frenchie follows him. They get to a subway, take the train to get to the outskirts of the city. As Frenchie continues to follow Y/N with some distance, the man eventually gets in a house. After their research, The Boys discovered Y/N’s parents live there. Thus, Frenchie stays there, observing if anything odd is going on.

An hour later, and Y/N get out of the house. His clothes changed into short sweatpants and a T-Shirt. With earbuds on and carrying a bottle of water, the superhero begins to jog. Frenchie follows him into a park nearby. As he follows him, he reflects how Hughie got information from Vought via Starlight by just being friends and later a relationship. Thus, he got an idea.

After looking at the map of the area, Frenchie get in position. As Y/N get around the corner to continue his jog, the French man begins to jog as well. Purposely, but acting not to, Frenchie run into Y/N, causing both of them fall on the ground, with the black-haired man on top of the sup.

“Sorry!” Frenchie quickly get off Y/N and stands up. He offers a hand, with the sup taking it. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” Y/N accepts the hand and stands up. “I didn’t mean to run into you, sorry.”

Frenchie is surprised he’s polite, knowing how most of The Seven truly are, though he wonders if it’s a façade. That’s when the France man acts like he takes a closer look at the hero. “I feel like I know you somewhere…”

Y/N looks around, seeing no one else. He then removes his shades. “I would really appreciate it if you kept this a secret. I already barely have any privacy.”

Frenchie gives a kind smile. “Don’t worry. I take it to the ground.” He gives him a hand. “I’m Serge.”

“Y/N, but I suppose you already know that…”

Frenchie chuckles. “I hope I’m not intruding, but I’m curious what my stamina is compared to a hero. How about a jog?”

“Sure. Why not?”

After an hour of jogging, they get to a park bench take a rest. While Y/N seems to be fine, Frenchie is breathing tiredly.

“God… I thought I could do better…”

“You did fine.” Y/N smiles. He takes a drink from his water bottle. Afterwards, he hands it over to Frenchie, who accepts it. “I don’t expect people to be on my level. My training is quite brutal.”

Frenchie chuckles. “I can see that.” He takes a drink. After he’s done, he gives it back to Y/N. “It’s really cool I got to run with you. Come here often?”

“Depends. You’re not telling everyone?”

“I take that to the grave as well.” Frenchie says with an assuring smile. “Send me a message if you feel like a run.”

“I don’t even have your number.”

Frenchie gestures to hand over his phone. Y/N opens his notepad and gives it to him, seeing how Frenchie put in his phone number. “Here ya go.” He hands it back. “I have to go. I rather not stink. I suppose I see you later.” Frenchie stands up, not wanting to push his intentions with Y/N.

“Sure. Talk to you later.”

As Y/N remains on the bench as he drinks his water, Frenchie turns around and jog again, smiling proudly he succeeded.

As time passes, Y/N officially considers Frenchie a friend. Despite the danger and the mission, Frenchie changes his views. As far as he knows, Y/N is a humble and quiet guy that wants to help people. He isn’t sure the Puppeteer knows about the true nature of The Seven and especially Homelander, but he’s sure at worst Y/N is a decent guy. And for what Frenchie knows, Y/N never used his abilities against him.

Again, they’re sitting on a bench on a sunny day, looking at a pond as they catch their breath.

“How are things going?”

“Pretty well. I trained my powers and now I control 14 people without an issue. Still trying to extend my reach of my powers, but there is process.” Y/N looks genuinely proud of his powers. “Yesterday, I managed to stop a burglary. Was too easy though.”

“Can imagine.” Frenchie saw it on the news, remembering that Y/N got 5 burglars turned in without any harm. “I’m curious about your life back at your job. How’s everyone?”

“Well… Homelander is basically my mentor. He’s always so proud of me. Queen Maeve and Starlight are always fun to hang out. Oh, and Black Noir too. I do most of my condition training with A-Train. …I rather want to avoid The Deep.”

“Not too fond of rapists?”

“Nope.” Y/N responds. “Still surprised he’s allowed to stay.”

Frenchie can appreciate Y/N’s honesty. “You’re a good guy, Y/N. Not anyone can speak without a care about their job.”

“You say that, but there is a lot of things I can’t talk about.” Y/N let him know. “Legal reasons and all. I can share my opinion about public news, but that’s it.”

“Still, credit is where credit is due. Celebrities nowadays are a bunch of plastic dolls.” Frenchie says with a smile.

Y/N smiles back, with each guy looking in each other’s eyes. Feeling his heart beating faster, Frenchie feels like he should act on his feelings. He put a hand on Y/N’s hand, who looks a bit surprised. Afterwards, he looks unsurely back at the other man, only to pull his hand back.

“…I… I already got someone…”

Frenchie feels disappointed. If he’s allowed to be honest, he haven’t even thought about the mission the last couple of times he hangs out with Y/N. He genuinely likes him, as a friend and something more.

“You’re a sweet guy… It’s just that I’m already with someone.”

“Oh…”

Y/N feels sorry for Frenchie, not wanting to make him upset. “We can still be friends.” He tries to think of something to make him feel better. “How about we go to a gala?” Frenchie is surprised by the sudden invite. “I was told to bring some friends. Lots of celebrities and rich people will come. Maybe you can get something out of it?”

Frenchie didn’t think once he acted on his feelings and be rejected that he got an invitation to a gala of all places. “Sure. Where is it?”

In an expensive hotel back in another city, Frenchie is wearing a fancy tux as he walks in a giant room. He sees countless people, wearing suits and dresses as they chat with each other. He can already recognize a couple of celebrities and politicians. From what he has been told according to Y/N, The Seven stays here for the night as they attend the Vought hosted ball.

“Make sure to not waste this opportunity.” He hears Butcher through his earpiece. He told the rest of the group about his progression, and they couldn’t be happier.

As Frenchie walks around, he searches for Y/N.

“Serge.” The French man turns around to see Puppeteer walking over to him, wearing a dabber tux as well. “You’ve made it.”

“I wouldn’t miss it.” Frenchie says with a handsome smile. “What’s the occasion?”

“Charity-event for cancer. Lots of rich guys made sure to donate, but I know it’s all because of publicity.” Y/N smiles back. “If I don’t have a moral compass, I would make them donate 90% of their cash.”

As Frenchie talks to Y/N, he flinches a bit when he spots Homelander. The very same man locks eyes on his colleague and walk over to him. With a glass in his hand, he joins them.

“Hey Y/N. Good to see you.” Homelander smiles. He notices Frenchie, who tries his best to hide his fear. He feels whatever he does, Homelander can stare right in his eyes. “Who’s your friend?”

“This is Serge. Met him during jogging.”

“Nice to meet you.” Homelander offers a handshake.

“You too.” Frenchie accepts his hand. Once he notices the tight grip, he was scared Homelander would squish his hand until nothing remains.

“I don’t mean to interrupt your conversation, but there are people you need to meet.” Homelander looks back at Y/N.

“Right.” Y/N nods. He looks back at his friend. “Enjoy the night, Serge. See you later.”

Once departed, Frenchie walks over to one of the waiters to get a drink. From his earpiece, he hears Butcher.

“Seems like you dodge death. We run a scan, and we know where everyone’s room are. Ya ready for some snooping?”

After going through some floors and sneaking around, Frenchie manage to get to The Seven’s room. He first gets to Y/N’s room through lock picking. Once entered, he sees the large and luxurious hotel room. He quickly looks around, trying to find anything interesting. However, once he hears someone getting to the door, he quickly runs to the nearest walk-in closet and hide in. He makes sure to put the door slightly open, wanting to make sure to see what’s going on.

Y/N walks in his room. He plumps into the couch. As he waits, he grabs his phone. It takes around a minute before Homelander enters the room.

“Enjoying the night?”

“Somewhat. Talks with the politicians are boring.”

Homelander chuckles and sit down next to Y/N. “There’s a reason we needed to talk. These ‘boring’ politicians are quite influential. Even if some are democrats and others are republicans, people believe in what they say. That’s exactly why I want to make sure when they give their speeches, they need to show their support for me.”

As Frenchie overhears the conversation, Y/N looks back at his mentor, who’s sitting close to him. “You want me to mind control them? You sure it’s the smartest idea? I mean, after a while, I think they figure things out.”

“Don’t worry about that.” Frenchie raises an eyebrow once he sees Homelander’s hand on the other man’s lap. “It will be good in the long run. Not just for me, for us.”

That’s when the blonde leans in to kiss Y/N, causing Frenchie to look surprised. Out of all people, he didn’t expect Y/N’s boyfriend to be Homelander. However, that’s when he quickly realizes something. This isn’t a relationship, this is Homelander taking advantage of someone.

Homelander pulls back, seeing an unsure look. That’s when the superhero moves his hand towards Y/N’s private area, causing him to hold back his moan. “I promise you. I will reward you, like usual.”

“…F-Fine.” Y/N quickly pulls back, seeing Homelander smile. “…Let’s just get it over with.” That’s when he walks to the exit.

“That’s the spirit!” Homelander follows Y/N, leaving the exit as well.

After some seconds, Frenchie exits the closet, still gasped what happened. “What the actually fuck…!?”

“What?” MM asks.

“Y/N is with Homelander…”

“Like a couple?” Hughie asks, sounding really unsurely. “I doubt Homelander likes guys.”

Frenchie shares his thoughts. “He isn’t.”

Once back at the gala, Frenchie sees some announcements and speeches from all kinds of different people. Once the politicians came to the podium, however, Frenchie sees Y/N’s manipulation. Everyone praises Homelander, saying that he is the hero they need. Not just America, the whole Earth. Politicians of all isles all came in to share the same message. All the while, no one expect something wrong with it.

After the speeches, Frenchie sees Y/N leaving the event, looking a bit upset. Wanting to talk to him, he follows him to his room. Once there, Frenchie speaks up.

“Y/N.”

Y/N looks back, looking a bit stoic. He still walks to his room. “Oh… hey. Sorry, can we talk later?”

Frenchie quickly runs to Y/N, who was about to enter his room. “I know you’re not alright.”

“…What do you mean?” Y/N offers him to get in, which he did.

Once in, the French turns around. “I know what Homelander asked you.”

Y/N looks surprised. “Y-You were spying on me!?”

“I don’t mean no harm.” Frenchie tries to calm his friend down. “I can tell you hate what you’re doing by the way you act.”

Y/N remains quiet, staring at his friend with some caution. “Tell me the truth. You become friends with me for your own personal gain. Don’t lie. I can read the truth.”

“It’s not like that.” Frenchie chooses his words carefully. “What I feel towards you, it’s completely true. I care for you. If you don’t believe me…” The man then points his head. “Read this.”

Y/N sighs. He takes his offer and reads his mind, learning the truth within a second. “So, your friends want me dead, huh?”

“I don’t want you to die. You’re a good guy. And I know that you wouldn’t do this, unless you had to.”

“No, I didn’t ‘had’ to do this.” Y/N corrects him. “I did this because I’m loyal to Homelander.”

“The man that pretends to love you.”

“You don’t know that…!” Y/N begins to feel irritated. “He cares for me and watch over me. He believes in me and my abilities.”

“And use that to his advantage.” Frenchie argues back. He gets closer to Y/N, grabbing his hands. “You deserve better, Y/N. Don’t settle with a man that uses you, but settle with someone who actually cares about you.” Thus, he leans in and kisses Y/N. After some seconds, the sup kisses back.

Soon though, Y/N pulls back, as he and the other man stand closely to each other. “I can’t leave. Whether I want to or don’t…” He then suddenly looks alarmed when he sensed something. “Homelander. Hide.”

Frenchie quickly gets back to the closet and get in. He merely escaped being caught as Homelander opens the door and enters the room.

“You did well, as usual.” Homelander looks proudly at the other man. He walks over to Y/N to put his hand behind head to kiss him. However, right before he plants his lips, he smells something. He then pulls back.

“You were kissing another man, huh?” Y/N remains quiet as Homelander accuses him. That’s when the blonde smirks. “And here I thought we had something special.” He looks around the room, still standing in front of the nervous man. “I know he’s hiding here. How about you confess your sins first?” Y/N remains quiet, too anxious to respond. “Y/N, you know I don’t like liars. And you know in the end if you keep your mouth shut, it will only hurt you more.” Though smiling handsomely, Y/N can feel his life may be at stake.

Feeling like Y/N could get hurt because of him, Frenchie reveals himself, causing both men to look at him, with Y/N looking worried while Homelander merely looking curious. “It was me.”

“You?” Homelander let go off Y/N and slowly makes his way over to the French man. He looks back at his partner. “If you weren’t satisfied with just me Y/N, you should’ve said so.”

“Just leave him alone.” Frenchie demands, not wanting to get Y/N in trouble. Homelander then looks back.

“He’s my partner. Why should I do that?” He then grabs Frenchie by the neck. “Especially when that plead come from someone like you.”

As Frenchie sees the American Hero’s eyes become red, he thought this would be the end. Only then it disappears, with his eyes closing and collapsing to the floor following up quickly. That’s when he looks at Y/N, just sawing how he used his powers to save his life.

“You shouldn’t come here… and don’t come back. Please.” Y/N pleads, scared for his friend’s life.

Frenchie walks over to The Puppeteer and gives a kiss to him. He can feel the anxiousness in his lips, feeling how scared he is. After a long kiss, Frenchie pulls back.

“I promise Y/N. Everything is going to be alright.”

“Just… don’t die.”

Frenchie smirks. “I won’t.” He turns around, leaving the room. Y/N then looks back at Homelander, knowing he needs to manipulate his memories to have him forget what just happened, for Frenchie’s sake.

#the boys #the boys amazon #the boys x male reader #the boys x reader #frenchie x male reader #frenchie the boys #frenchie x reader

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Yandere Nagito, Kokichi with Demon Overlord Mastermind! Reader.

NATURE ABHORS A POWER VACUUM, IT LEAVES ROOM FOR YOU AND ME!

— yandere!nagito + kokichi x overlord!mastermind!reader

— gn!reader, spoilers for danganronpa! nagito and kokichi in general are warnings

wrote this immediately after my religion class bc lol! i hate my teacher!!

— yandere!nagito

quite confused by how often you squabble with chiaki since she is generally a girl who is easy to get along with. it seems as though your very presence gets her in a bad mood…

a little bit into the fact that you’re quite cold to the rest of the group. sometimes, nagito just follows you around the island like a lost little puppy

often distressed by the fact you are dismissive of nagito’s dreams for hope. it’s hope! it’s the manifestation of absolute good, how could you not believe in it?

finds you quite useful in trials, it’s almost as if you already know what happened!

generally, nagito has positive views of you. until he went into the final dead room…

at first, he was confused at by your student profile; there was no written date of birth, no ultimate talent written— general info that is important in hope’s peak… because of this, he was able to piece together though that you were the traitor.

after leaving the funhouse, nagito established a rendezvous with you at night in the hotel.

“why, hello there, s/o.” nagito snarled at you, a certain type of fury in his eyes. “what is it, nagito? it’s kinda late. and, after that funhouse, i want nothing more but to eat and sleep…” you pouted

“haha… it’s okay, s/o, really! you can drop the act already. i know you’re the traitor.” nagito laughed, waving his hand as he walked towards you. “traitor? don’t be stupid, nagito.” you huffed out, just about to leave the hotel.

nagito pulled out the book of student profiles as a ball of anxiety set itself in your stomach. nagito flipped to the page with your student profile on it, a photo of you in the hope’s peak uniform on the top left corner. “would you care then to explain why so much information is left out?” he tilted his head.

you remained silent for awhile, a million thoughts running through your head before you sighed out. “can’t believe i got caught so easily…” nagito’s eyes widened. “so i was right, huh?” you rolled your eyes at him before answering him. “not exactly… i could tell you everything if you were to say… sell me your soul..?” you subtly raised an eyebrow to him.

“sell… my soul? what are you talking about?” nagito awkwardly laughed, clearly confused by what you meant. “look… i’m not exactly the mastermind. more like… an accomplice? i was summoned from hell and we made a deal~…” you calmly explained. “if you were to give me your soul’s eternal enslavement… i’ll tell you anything you wish to know” you grinned, reached a hand towards him.

nagito thought about it before his hand locked with yours, a colorful aura filling the hotel, the glow reaching even the cottages. “deal.” plenty of information immediately filled nagito’s head as he finally started to piece it all together.

the tragedies were truly horrific, not to mention junko enoshima’s constant interruption with the future foundation’s plans, causing this awful killing game; nothing but pure and utter despair. the look on nagito’s face was one of pure horror, a panicked look all over his face as he had a cold sweat. “haah… haha…” he huffed out, his muscles stiffening in fear. “i see… i..” a despairful look filling his eyes.

and that was the night that nagito disappeared, beginning to work on his master plan.

nagito hid from the rest of you, carefully stalking you and making sure you wouldn’t ruin his plan.

he’d begin to fall back into his ‘servant’ persona; creating the bomb and creating that fake threat.

fueled by his hatred for you, he’d hyper-fixate on everything you do; making sure that despite his classmates’ atrocities, you wouldn’t hurt them.

and as he lay there on that cold floor, spear cord in hand, he made a promise; he’ll do whatever to make sure that he’d get you and the mastermind killed. even if it meant killing his classmates. and, even if it cost his soul.

— kokichi ouma

curious of you… fascinated by your cold demeanor and your distaste for chit-chat… you’re quite similar to maki, huh?

and because of those, he’s able to conclude you’re hiding something as well.

he can feel something is off whenever you talk about your ultimate talent, but he just can’t figure out why. why would anyone lie about their ultimate talent?

it is not until late one night. kokichi was skipping away from kiyo’s lab, caged child book in hand, that he sees you and tsumugi talking in one of the dark empty rooms.

‘curious… why would that be?’ he wonders, as he presses an ear close by.

“tsumugi… this plot of yours is getting complex. you’re deluding the students with too much truth and lies bullshit. at this point, it’s not danganronpa anymore.” you protested. “enough already… you promised to aid our team, so long as you get my soul when i die.”

soul? what’s that supposed to mean? were you some kind of superhuman?

“even you have to admit, this is really meta…” you muttered. “it’s okay, we have scriptwriters to fix that! now, i need to request something of you.” tsumugi started. “i need you to put a stop to kokichi. his character is getting out of control, make sure that he doesn’t do anything to reveal the ending.” she stated. you huffed out grumpily. “understood…”

kokichi’s eyes widened, running off as quietly as he could as to make sure he wouldn’t be caught.

put a stop to him? would he be killed? kokichi thought rapidly about the possibilities.

as a result of that, he started to become more unhinged as to keep himself safe from you. all of this ending up getting miu and gonta killed…

kokichi knew he was in danger, he’d have to hide to keep himself safe. any minute now, tsumugi would have you kill him…

in the end, he decided to lie, as per usual. he lied that he was the mastermind after all!

“soo, the mastermind you’re looking for… is me!” a monstrous look on kokichi’s face. as kaito attempted to attack him, the many exisals surrounding kokichi, prepared to attack.

you held kaito back, an angered look on his face. “s/o! what the hell are you doing?! we have to kill the mastermind to finally end this killing game!” he shouted. “kaito! listen, we have to be careful…” shuichi sighed out, grippinghis chin thoughtfully. “shuichi’s right, we shouldn’t act so brashly. if kokichi really is the mastermind, he’ll be—“ you sternly said before being interrupted, grabbed by the legs by an exisal.

“yoink! s/o, you’re coming with mee!!” kokichi sang happily. shuichi grimaced, looking kokichi in the eye. “this isn’t over, kokichi.” kokichi grinned as he walked away. “oh, but it is over! when i play a game, i intend to win.”

when you woke up, you were in the exisal hangar, a red bean curd bun and a box of milk in front of you.

“tell me what you are.” kokichi frowned, him beside your body, crisscrossed legs beside your head. “well uh… my name is s/o… and i was just knocked out by the mastermind.” you snidely replied. “don’t give me that bullshit, i know you were told to keep an eye on me.” kokichi’s eyes glared at you.

your eyes widened before you sighed, sitting up on your butt. “guess the cat’s out of the bag…” you laughed. “well… i’m a demon overlord from hell… i was summoned by team danganronpa to help with their killing games. i have to admit though, recently… it’s been getting a bit dry.”

“then… would you like to… make a deal?” kokichi questioned hesitantly, unsure of how this would work. “interesting… do tell me, what are your terms?” you leaned forward.

“you help me execute my plan, in return… i’ll give you my soul.” he said. “ah… this would be breaking my terms with tsumugi… oh well, i can’t resist a good deal.” you grinned, shaking your hand with kokichi’s, effectively sealing the deal.

“so then, what is it you need?” you tilted your head, finally taking a bite of the food before you. “i need you.. to kill me.” kokichi said, the most serious you’ve ever seen him. “this means you’ll be the blackened, okay?”

you nodded you head. “how exciting… i can’t wait to see how i’ll be executed.” you said, wondering out loud. “no, i want to make a case where the mastermind can’t know who the victim is. i’m sure that… this will end the killing game for sure.”

you thought about it, before nodding. “alright then, where should we begin?”

#hazbin hotel #danganronpa #goodbye despair #killing harmony #nagito komaeda #nagito komaeda x reader #kokichi ouma x reader #drv3 kokichi #danganronpa kokichi #kokichi ouma #kokichi x reader #kokichi oma x reader #kokichi oma #drv3 ouma

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au where everything is the same but dazai and atsushi own a flowershop

i thought cafe first but i didnt want dazai to poison everyone

like dazai quits the mafia, blows up chuuya's car, leaks a shit ton of info, wanders for like a month, meets atsushi, kidnaps atsushi, goes back to yokohama, opens a small flower shop with an apartment on top where he and atsushi live

maybe they join the ada, but mostly they sell flowers

no one in the pm or the ada really has any reason to go to a small flower shop in some random corner so no one recognizes dazai

maybe a few underlings but atsushi uses his amazing (lying) lying skills and says that's actually his brother razai or some shit and they believe him

anyway

kenji is a regular after he joins the ada btw, he comes to buy flowers and donate plants and strikes up a friendship so now dazai and atsushi get fresh fruits and veggies from kenji and yeah kenji buys flowers and puts them everywhere becuz look at how hard his friends worked on them !!

kunikida comes to visit once becuz he wanted flowers and no shop got them just right - atsushi tries his best to get them and kunikida says theyre fine and he has so reason to come again, but he does potentially becuz of the stack of books atsushi had behind the counter becuz like he had no prior education - and kunikida says he's there just becuz but he spends hours of atsushi's free time helping him study and then he says he's just there for atsushi but he also seems to enjoy dazai's company in his own kunikida way

ranpo comes claiming he got lost but dazai's pretty sure he's there for atsushi and him actually - he has little interest in the flowers but he sticks around and invites himself to dinner occasionally and likes to pick dazai's mind - he's leading them towards joining the agency lowkey but ahem its a secret

anyway the others come too im tired of thinking

akutagawa when he's dating a flower shop owning civilian and meets his brother and yeah

oh wait alternatively akutagawa watching his cute flower shop owning civilian of a crush/bf beating the enemy of the week close to death

they also sell poison but you cant prove it

#they sell poison to only close friends and ppl who r stuck with abusive guardians #dazai tries to drink it every now and then #dazai wonders if its hypocritical of him to not sell it to suicidal ppl #bsd atsushi #sskk #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #atsushi nakajima #bungou stray dogs atsushi #dazai bsd #dazai atsushi #dazai #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #bungou stray dogs dazai #shin soukoku #dazai and atsushi

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Everything I know about Dashcon 2

Written August 1, 2024 and posted 9:00am CST

(Image says: dashcon 2. This website is still under construction! If you have any questions for our team please reach out to us)

DATE: July 12, 2025

LOCATION: Toronto, Canada (nothing more specific as of now)

WEBSITE: dashcontwo.com

EMAIL: [email protected]

Socials:

Tumblr: @dashcon-two

Instagram: dashcontwo

Twitter: DashconTwo

Facebook: link on website does not work

TikTok: dashcontwo

Their link tree (linktr.ee/dashcontwo) only links the Instagram, Tiktok, and website. Fancebook, Twitter, and Tumblr are linked on the website (their website does NOT have a link to TikTok or Instagram).

Info in the FAQ regarding convention logistics and organizers (CLICK THE "About Us" LINK ON TOP RIGHT OF WEBSITE FOR FAQ):

1.) The organizers are not the same as the ones for the original Dashcon.

2.) Dashcon 2 is not sponsored or organized by Tumblr.

3.) (Image quotes website, "Our team of organizers actually have experience in event coordination, or fields with transferable skills. We’ve taken our time to plan the road ahead carefully, and we have no intention of repeating DashCon’s mistakes.")

4.) Dashcon 2 is "a celebration of local artists, fandom, and internet history".

5.) There will be a ball pit, it will be supervised at all times to prevent anyone from peeing in it.

6.) There will be both safety guidelines for guest to follow and professional security.

7.) Large props must be approved by Weapons Check before they are allowed into the convention space.

8.) In-person attendance will be limited, and virtual tickets to panels will be offered. There is no attendance limit to virtual panels.

Extra info

There may be two ball pits (Tumblr blog)

@the-muppet-joker expressed interest in going (Tumblr blog, https://www.tumblr.com/dashcon-two/757557151949602816/im-going-to-convince-the-croaker-to-go-to-dashcon?source=share)

(Image says:

Anonymous asked: im going to convince the croaker to go to dashcon two

strange-aeons answered: YES WE DUEL IN THE PIT

the-muppet-joker Prepare for my Muppet Face and Joker Smile, Strange. You will taste my blade. And my hooves I mean feet for when I kick you into orbit. I accept your Ballpit Duel… *I chuckle darkly*)

There is a timer on the website counting down to Dashcon 2 (CLICK THE "DashCon 2" LINK IN THE TOP RIGHT CORNER OF THE WEBSITE).

Information on the convention organizers was previously available on the website earlier today, but not yesterday (when I checked). There were 4 people listed, 2 were co-something (I believe organizer or founder ), one was something about art, and I can't remember the last one but I believe it had something to do with the logistics of the convention.

I used the wayback machine and the jobs are (in order): co-founder, co-founder, artistic director, and panels & attendee relations. I DO NOT KNOW IF THIS INFORMATION IS ACCURATE OR UP TO DATE, IT MAY HAVE BEEN TAKE OFF OF THE WEBSITE DUE TO INCORRECT INFORMATION.

The current date for dashcon 2 is July 12, 2025. It will last for 1 day.

As I update this, I will post the time and date of the update and what was changed.

#dashcon #dashcontwo

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versegm · 1 year

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Ao3 tutorial: properly reading a fic's metatext

Fics on ao3 are presented as such:

Which! Whoa! That's a lot of colors and words here! How do I parse out if this fic is meant for me?

Well, fear not! I will walk you through this.

First of all, let's focus on that square on the top left.

There is a lot of info here, but to keep this short, let's focus on the letter on the top left corner: that's the rating of the fic. Aka, the audience.

Here are the different ratings in existence:

G, for Gen. The general rating. Anyone can read this.

T, for Teens and Up. Might be a few swear words, some light violence, some allusion to sex here. Nothing out of place in a YA novel though.

M, for Mature. Now we're getting into adult audiences. There might be heavy violence, or onscreen sex, or generally things you don't want teens to read.

E, for Explicit. Same as M, but we're getting graphic about it. If there's sex, you better believe we're gonna tell you exactly who touched what where. If there's torture, you're gonna read in great details about every organ outside the body.

Not Rated. The author chose not to rate their fic. While there are many reasons why an author might not rate their fic, I strongly suggest you take that as an "enter at your own risk" sign.

Now, for the tags proper.

The shit in bold are the major archive warnings. Ao3 requires you to say if there are any of them before you publish your fic. Here are the major archive warnings:

No archive warnings apply. (Meaning you're probably safe this is a vanilla fic.)

Major character death.

Graphic depiction of violence.

Rape/Noncon.

Underage.

Chooses not to use archive warnings. Be careful with this one. It's like the "not rated" above; it's a big "enter at your own risk" sign, and while it might just mean the author didn't know how to tag their fic and just shrugged, there's also a nonzero chance of you walking right into cannibalism central.

The shit in grey are the pairings the fic is focused on, if any. Generally, people use "blorbo/poglo" to indicate it's a romantic ship, and "blorbo&poglo" to indicate it's familial or platonic.

Everything else is extra information. Usually you will find the characters present in the fic, info on the setting (here "werewolf au,") additional warnings (here "bory horror" and "gore") and generally anything else the author might want you to know.

If you read a fic and find a trope you like- I advise checking the tags see if it was tagged! That way you can look up fics with that same tag later, and get more of what you like. Likewise, if you read a fic and run into a trope you absolutely hate, I advise you to look at the tags, so you can filter out any fic with these later on.

There you go! Happy reading!

#ao3 #ao3 tutorial #fanfic #fanfiction

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brain, while i'm dreaming: this is kind of based on finding nemo btw :)

me, upon waking: no the fk it wasn't

1. nobody was a fish. like there were times when they were like 'oh better get back in the water' and a few like. lived in places where they would be missed, presumably bc people would miss if a freakin whale shark was not where it was supposed to be (yes, someone was a whale shark. or so i was meant to believe), but they were all human. or at least in human bodies. nobody ever even changed into a fish body. closest thing was when the "whale shark" took the info he was given, walked down an incredibly steep hill towards a cliff bc his enclosure was at the bottom (side note: how he got up the hill was never explained, bc he was a fish the whole time you see), tossed down a pebble to make sure he was lined up, and jumped. never changed in my sight. never got a chance to look over the hill and check that he was back, just "no there was a splash, trust us he's really a whale shark down there :)"

2. there was some kind of multi verse thing going and they directly affected each other. if there was a rule or reason to how this worked, i never got the memo. all i remember is it being stated that being in the right place in one 'verse was important to another 'verse. the fish were in human form and driving a car here btw

3. ryan gosling was present at one point as one of the "fish." he was in a neck brace which was preventing him from being where the multi verse needed him, he was very upset bc he'd been betrayed also i think?, there was some kind of romantic triangle thing he was also very upset about, maybe the gal in it had betrayed him?, and he got attacked by ants swarming all over him while he couldn't move and this was part of the multi verse and also the betrayal possibly. at least two other multi verses were able to see this happening, tho it looked like random nonsense to them, and they did something about it in their 'verses which helped in the one where ryan was actually being attacked

one of the multi verse dudes who helped was like. a random farmer guy who knew nothing about nothing, multi verse who, but i guess he'd been watching this particular area bc it was where the nonsense happened or something. so when he saw swarming ants or whatever, maybe the ants were sourced from his 'verse who fkin knows, he was all My Time Has Come and took them out with like. a sprinkler from his garden. idk how he knew that was him doing the right thing but he was so happy about it that i don't want to criticize. good job buddy

4. one of the 'verses was fkin. 1984 on steroids. just standing on a street corner could get you arrested if a cop decided in that moment you looked suspicious maybe and he wasn't convinced otherwise after knocking you to the ground and slapping you around about it. people were also turned into their own firing squads, like group a shoots group b as group b shoots group a. this 'verse looked like an anime and played like one too i guess, very fast and over the top and without like. an indepth regard for what the consequences of that might actually be (like. how are there still people here if they can get killed at any moment. where are the children to replace them. who's gonna have kids/time to raise them in this environment. etc)

i'm sure there was more so i might add it later but i need to leave, so separate from this whole... mess...

[argh gonna be so late, insert guinea pig dream here]

the guinea pig dream! something fked up happened to this whole like. country. the ground had like... fallen? but it left a sort of crust hanging above, stuck to whatever was around, so there were these areas where solid ground was at least a few feet (and in some places a lot more) beneath what looked like the ground. like if you've ever seen photos of ice that's suspended by trees while the water's below it, that's the vibe, only it's ground and ground. don't ask me why the trees' roots weren't exposed bc i don't know. it was pretty trippy

anyway it had really fked up like. everything. including like flipping over houses. and in this one house, this kid and i think his mom were looking for his guinea pig, which had escaped. obvs ceilings and walls aren't exactly meant to be walked on, and i think the house was also on the suspended ground, not solid ground, so they were kind of taking their lives in their hands. they'd just given up on finding the guinea pig when i saw him escape and just barely caught him. but i did catch him and give him to his people and he was fine :) he was pretty small for a guinea pig tho, more hamster sized lol

#this sure was a post #personal #abbie needs a twitter #abbie needs a dream journal

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“Moth in a Porchlight out in the woods, There is no question you’re up to no good, Grasping for choice if only I could, I could not know until I stood where I stood.” - Moth in the Porchlight, Folly and the Hunter

Lore and more info below the cut <3

I believe I’ve posted her before but behold! My moth! She is, quite literally, a luna moth that was turned human through magic shenanigans. She’s been awake and aware in this body for maybe three months now and she really loves it. It was really scary but she gets plenty of good food, fabric and pretty lights so she’s happy. She’s also much closer to the moon, whom she adores and has a huge crush on. The moon hasn’t said anything to her, no, but she can feel that it loves her back. Otherwise, why else would a light not hurt her little moth eyes?

She’s currently hanging out at a Feywilde circus where she first opened her human eyes. They couldn’t really turn her away after she just suddenly fell from the top of the Big Top completely naked 😅 But she recognized the fox wizard (named Ember) that made the pretty lights she and her family/brood would flutter against and the two became inseparable ever since!

These are older pieces of Luna but I’m still pretty proud of them, irregardless of their age. The piece on the right took a few days as I was trying to not cut corners like I usually do. I like my art to be fast, colorful and pretty loose!! Also, shoutout to @mellon-soup for their full body poses (used in the image on the left), they continue to save me from the hell that is finding full-body poses. (Also, while I’m not using any of the Patreon poses here GO SUPPORT HER PATREON!! THEY MAKE SOME GREAT STUFF! I bought a $20 pose pack and it has been,,,life-saving <3)

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aemiron-main · 1 year

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Victor and Owens, Lying to Oneself, Possible Origins of the Edward Timeline (Did It Start Out As A Simulation?), NINA Fuckery, and SO MUCH OTHER STUFF THIS POST IS HUGE BUT FULL OF INFO

So,in this post, I talked about how that scene of Victor getting arrested & the Henward monologue dialogue over top of it is weird as hell and out of place:

And when talking with James @henrysglock , it came to my attention that there’s a line of dialogue that fits perfectly there, from the Massacre at Hawkins Lab script (which, even though I’m an 8flix script truther, even if you don’t believe in those, this script is directly from the Duffers).

This line from the massacre script that was omitted from S4:

Would fit in perfectly during this scene with the “missing dialogue” that I mentioned:

Which makes brings me to my next point. That line and Victor’s characterization vs Owens’ characterization.

I don’t think that line is an accurate description of Victor, not even from a warped Henry POV (ie even if Henry hated Victor’s guts entirely, based on Victor’s characterization, I think Henry would’ve hated him more for his genuine ignorance) and especially not in the context of characterization and storytelling choices.

And here’s why.

Victor, consistently, is portrayed as unintentionally ignorant rather than lying to himself. He’s portrayed as paranoid and as genuinely believing in things that are wrong, rather than lying to himself about them being right.

As mentioned in this post, Victor WAS trying to help his family, he wasn't just waving off Henry's issues as demons/using it as an excuse- he went as far as to hire a priest for an exorcism. He truly believed that the demon was the problem, and sure maybe you could argue that he was successfully lying to himself, but that doesn't track with how much Victor is shown to love Henry- if Victor doubted that the demon was the real issue & thought something else was going on/that something else was bothering Henry, I think he would've gone after that avenue instead of solely focusing on the demon.

And even though believing in demons may sound crazy/farfetched to us/sound like Victor was trying to find an excuse/lying to himself, to Victor, even if he wasn't religious, there is a STRANGE amount of evidence that points to a demon when no other explanation is available (like let's be honest- if you moved into an old mansion and the lights started flickering on their own AND you found random dead possums in your daughter's bed AND you started seeing burning babies in the fireplace AND your wife saw spiders magically crawling out of the bathtub AND your son started hanging out in the attic (where you thought you felt a demonic presence previously) while ALSO drawing a demon-esque shadow monster drawing in that very attic and then ALSO watched your wife fly into the air psuedo-rapture style and have her eyes explode, and her eyes exploded AFTER you tried a FAILED EXORCISM THAT SUPPOSEDLY PISSED OFF THE DEMON IN YOUR HOUSE, wouldn't you, especially in the 50s, MAYBE suspect that there MIGHT be a demon in your house????? At this point, Victor would've been lying to himself if he tried to claim that there WASN'T a demon!!!

Victor didn't NEED to lie to himself about the demon, when you lay it all out, there's a lot of evidence there that points to a Demon, especially without the knowledge of powers/Hawkins Lab). Like. Victor was objectively in a batshit crazy set of circumstances. It's not like he was just Some Guy In A Normal World With No Powers/No Exploding Wives who called every shadow in the corner of his eye a demon- from Victor's POV, a demon was the RATIONAL explanation and I DON'T BLAME HIM LMAO!! He didn't NEEEEED to lie to himself!!!

And we see Victor with the porch on the shotgun even though that was clearly triggering his PTSD- he's not just trying to lie to himself for his own comfort, he genuinely seems to believe that there's a threat that isn't Henry, whether it's demons or wildcats.

And even with the farmhouse in WW2, Victor didn’t “lie to himself pretend that there were no people inside” & bomb it anyway- he says that he genuinely believed that German soldiers were inside, but he was wrong. He was genuinely ignorant.

Hell, I’m struggling to find a scene where it’s closer to Victor lying to himself than it is to genuine ignorance. The evidence is just way more supportive of Victor being a genuinely ignorant and paranoid and incorrect man than it is of Victor being a man who lies to himself.

And we also have to keep in mind that Victor very VERY likely got his brain fried by HNL (see this post, this post, and this post), which would explain why some of his monologue might have vibes of him lying to himself (even though I still don't really think that it does/not beyond the amount that the average person lies to themselves/not to an extent that I think Henward would list it as a defining trait for him)- it's not so much that he's lying to himself, it's that he's been lied TO/can't remember what actually happened. He makes ZERO mention of the exoricsm, for example. He's missing pieces.

Which is why I don’t think that this line is meant to describe Victor (at least not Henry’s Victor)- after all, there’s nothing there saying that Victor lied to himself, just that there’s a voiceover of One talking about how his father lied to himself that happens to play over a clip of Victor (which is an interesting choice considering how often ST asks us to consider the discrepancy between what we’re being told (Henward’s monologue) vs what we’re being shown (scenes of Victor)).

But if this line isn’t about Victor, them who is it about? Who DOES lie to himself? ALL the time?

Sam Owens.

Owens lies to himself ALL THE FUCKING TIME. CONSTANTLY. NEVERENDING. THE NEVERENDING STORY MAY AS WELL BE THE STORY OF HOW OFTEN OWENS LIES TO HIMSELF!!!!

Let’s go through some of the examples of Owens lying to himself and others:

So, we get this scene of Owens seemingly trying to convince both Joyce and himself that what’s wrong with Will is just in Will’s head- but then it IMMEDIATELY cuts to a scene of Owens watching the burn at the Mothergate.

Owens likely suspects that it isn’t in Will’s head but is lying to Joyce, Hopper, and himself, and thinks he can keep the UD under control/from spreading.

And to further this point, we have the scene of Owens talking with Hopper in his office:

“It’s contained” -> Owens is clearly lying to both Hopper AND himself here. If he was just lying to Hopper, he’d be more concerned/investigating on his own time. But he’s trying to convince himself that he’s keeping it contained.

And then we have that “convince me.” vs “convince you?“ line. Owens, why are you so flabbergasted/upset at Hopper asking you to prove what you're telling him- it's almost like you don't believe it yourself. And the fact that the line is written as "convince you?"-Owens, who else were you trying to convince?? 🤨🤨🤨 Why the emphasis on "you"/Hopper? Maybe trying to convince yourself there, Owens?

And when we get to the scene of Nancy and Jonathan in the lab, Owens lies to himself about Brenner being gone- and the fact that he’s lying to himself and not just Jancy is evidenced by the fact that he keeps repeating, in both this scene and the previous scene with Hopper and Joyce, that Brenner/the people responsible for what happened to Barb and Will, are gone.

With Nancy and Jonathan, even if Owens wasn’t lying to himself it makes sense to lie to them & reassure them that Brenner and co are gone, since Nancy and Jonathan are trying to investigate the lab. But with Joyce and Hopper? He could’ve just kept pushing the anniversary effect thing, or talked about how they’re burning the mothergate, or ANYTHING else. But he specifically brings up that Brenner and co are gone. Because he’s trying to convince himself.

And when we get to the S2 scene of Owens with Bob in the lab, Owens is lying to himself here too.

He’s trying to convince both himself AND Bob that Bob is home free/going to be safe, because if Bob wssn’t home free, then that’s yet another death on Owens’ conscience. And Owens, unlike Brenner, does seem to have a conscience, hence why he needs to lie to himself way more than Brenner does (whereas Brenner seems to truly believe himself as being genuinely in the right & Owens has to lie to himself to achieve that).

Long story short, Owens has a MUCH MUCH longer track record of lying to himself that Victor could ever HOPE to have. There’s even MORE instances of Owens lying to himself, but this is just what I could include without hitting the image limit for this post.

And although I don’t think that Victor lies to himself the same way that Owens does, Owens and Victor DO have an absolute TON of parallels to eachother, as mentioned in this post (and specifically, Owens seems to parallel Victor more than the other way around).

And when we look at Owens’ wife, she resembles Virginia Creel and Connie Frazier quite a bit- she's basically what you'd get if you crossed the two of them:

Like, she's even got the same blonde bangs as Virginia, and has a VERY similar side profile to Connie/Mother Alice and the same blue eyes:

She’s also dressed a lot like the way Robin was dressed in Pennhurst (look at the shirt cuts), which is interesting considering that Nancy's fake name in Pennhurst was Ruth (and Robin's was rose, so, again, Creel imagery), and that Owens and his wife live in Ruth, Nevada, and the "Ruth" title card is even shown right on top of Owens' wife:

And they made the choice to make Owens the character who holds the photo of Connie’s dead body (a photo that Jack Sullivan gave to Owens to try and get him to cooperate in addition to showing him a comparison for the Vecna victims- possibly indicating that Connie was somebody important to Owens), which is VERY interesting considering that Connie Frazier is very likely Edward Creel’s mother/Mother Alice.

And as I talked about in this post, that scene of Victor getting arrested/the voiceover during it is VERY VERY VERY LIKELY Edward Creel, not Henry.

Which brings us to Edward’s backstory/origins/possible parentage. And Owens. And how those two things might connect.

Owens was able to identify 001 by killing style alone, and talks about Brenner “overestimating” 001/challenges Brenner’s perception/knowledge of 001- point is, he talks as if he’s personally familiar with 001.

Which is why it’s super fucking weird that Henward doesn’t mention Owens at ALLLLL in his monologue. He names Martim Brenner, and “Papa,” but he never names a “Doctor Owens.” He never names a Sam. Not in the show, and not in the script. He never alludes to anything even slightly resembling any hint of Sam Owens. It’s like Owens didn’t even exist.

But who else does he mention in that script, in addition to Brenner?

His father. He mentions his father, and just says “my father,” without giving any sort of name or indication or ANY other info about his father other than that snippet of dialogue I showed you earlier in the script & the line in the show about “my father was arrested”.

And even though we, the audience, are seeing clips of Victor during that “my father was arrested,” scene, a.) we don’t know what would’ve been shown during that script dialogue if it was in the show (or if it comes back in S5), because that line isn’t in the show and b.) the monologue is happening in 1979/during NINA, and the Creel murders sequence of Nancy/Victor’s arrest is completely separate. They chose to have NANCY watch those scenes/memories SPECIFICALLY so that those scenes wouldn’t be mistaken for Henward’s 1979 memories/whatever was going on in Henward’s head when he was giving his monologue. We don’t see what HE is thinking of when he says that line about his father being arrested. He could be thinking of Owens for all we know.

Owens also never refers to 001 as Henry- in fact, he never mentions the name Henry at all. Only “001”. And you might be thinking “oh, Em, that’s because Brenner and El are saying “001”/everyone associated with the lab calls him 001,” but funnily enough, Brenner and El both say “Henry” more frequently (even though Brenner also uses “001”), but even after listening to Brenner and El call him Henry, even SECONDS after one of them JUST called him Henry, Owens always either just says “him” or “001”. He’s never said the name “Henry”.

And also, “Peter Ballard” was the casting name for Henward, and Brenner also asks for a “Peter” over the intercom during the massacre:

And Owens had a son named Peter:

And what the hell was up with Hopper talking about “Uncle Sam” (vs Sam Owens) and all of the Victor-Owens parallels?? Especially considering that this scene of Hopper HEAVILY parallels Victor's Pennhurst monologue, right down to both of them talking about being cursed. So, if we were to put Victor in Hopper's place, who is "Uncle Sam" to Victor? Especially with all of the talk of Virginia's dead great uncle??? And Virginia somehow knowing the lab/Brenner??? What is going on??

And to top it all off, as I already mentioned in this post, Sullivan straight up SAYS that Owens created this problem after showing Owens photos of the Vecna victims (and Edward very likely being Vecna):

Owens. Are you Edward’s father. Somehow???? Or even a father figure even if you’re not Biologically his father?? Especially since again, linking this post, I talked there about how Owens calls Will "son" in S2, which, at that point, Will had been possessed via the shadow particles- and if Edward was the one possessing him, that would track with Edward being a son to Owens in SOME capacity (which is also interesting considering that Brenner calls Shepard 'son' in S1)

And I’m staring at MKultra and fake memory stuff and I'm staring at NINA and I'm staring at the Truman Show being on the S4 movie board, and I'm staring at all of the creel murder discrepancies/memory weirdness and I'm staring at the LSD with MKULTRA and at this post , and. At 1893427828394 other things.

And on that note, something that's always stuck out to me was this line from Henward's monologue- the "it was all a lie, a terrible lie" line.

Did HNL try and FULLY recreate Henry by simulating Henry's childhood/the Creel murders for Edward (especially since if Edward was lab-made, he wouldn't have any strong enough bad memories to pull from (since the lab abuse would've been his 'normal'-hence why El, another lab-raised kid had to pull from the memories of Terry's break in/her own birth/things that aren't meant to be part of the Lab Kid Experience, and that's also probably part of why El was "special"/different from the other)/to trigger his powers/Henry talking about how 001/Edward struggled to get his powers to work) Did they pull a NINA but with the Creel murders/Creel house as the setting instead of Hawkins Lab? Was it all a literal lie in that sense??

And looking at that shot with the Creel family together, something that haunts me about it is that it's NOT part of what Nancy is seeing. Basically all of the Creel scenes during this 1979 monologue sequence are actually what Nancy is seeing in 1986 in her Vecna vision/are NOT what would have been going through Henward's mind at the time. But that shot of the Creels moving in... not only is Nancy WAY past that atp in her vision, but she also, interestingly enough, NEVER SAW that scene by the car, she started/spawned in the foyer instead. Does Vecna not have that memory??? Is that why it was a lie??? Did it all start in the foyer for Edward too, like a simulation??? Like how El spawns right into the middle of NINA/in her room/keeps respawnning in the middle of rainbow room after??? "They presented themselves as good, normal people" this has always HAUNTED ME because while yes, Victor accidentally killed a family in the war, he still loved Henry & it doesn't make sense imo for Henry to get so so bent out of shape over what was genuinely an accident & that Victor obviously felt guilt over. And we don't even get a HINT of what Virginia did. But what if Edward wasn't talking about them? What if Owens and Connie/Mother Alice presented themselves as "good, normal people" (Victor and Virginia, even though Virginia wasn't good, just talking on a surface level), and pretended to be Victor and Virginia as part of a NINA-style simulation???? It sounds like a stretch but there's SOMETHING there, especially with all of the "son" imagery with Owens and Edward and all of the Owens-Victor parallels and all of the "Connie is Mother Alice" stuff..... it would Explain it. What it DOESN'T explain is the newspapers. Because Nancy and Robin see a newspaper about Edward Creel in the flesh. It's right there. It's not in the lab or in NINA. It's out there in the world. But where THAT gets EXTRA interesting is the fact that Nancy and Robin see papers both naming Edward (the Indianapolis Gazette) and Henry (the Weekly Watcher)- so who's timeline are they IN??? Why does Nancy and Robin's timeline have both Edward AND Henry papers???? Both of which give completely conflicting dates for the Creel murders and conflicting ages for Victor and 81239019203 other completely contradictory things.

Which makes me wonder about that scene of Henward turning back the clock and talking about how he could not join in the madness (thinking about El having to 'join in the madness' during NINA and play her part) and it makes me wonder about how the blue UD is a copy of Hawkins and it makes me wonder about the red mind lair having a broken but Ttouchable version of the Creel house and it makes me wonder if the blue UD was something created by HNL or by Edward, and then Edward fucking with time & trying to make his timeline real and just. I don't know the answers or WHAT happened, but there is SOMETHING going on here.

And there’s also just something rattling for me about this shot & the line about “Peter’s school projects” & how all of the pictures in the background are crooked as a result of the military rooting around, vs the mysteriously crooked pictures in the Creel house:

And like I talked about in this post, Henward’s monologue has another strange inconsistency- he talks both about how the Creel murders were spur of the moment/his mother left him with no choice and then, in that same scene of Victor getting arrested that I’ve mentioned throughout this, talks about how he “planned” it.

Did you plan it or not, Henward??? Did one of you plan it in one timeline and another one of you do it spur of the moment in another??? Is Edward's timeline part of something created by the lab?? WHAT IS GOING ON??? Did Edward create his timeline and therefore the blue UD????? Did Edward make the NINA simulation real/use Henry's memories to do so (after all, Brenner talks about how 001 takes everything from a person, including their memories).

And how did the Edward AND Henry newspapers end up in the SAME timeline???? WHAT IS GOING ON !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#stranger things #edward creel #henry creel #victor creel #creel murders #st nina project #sam owens

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I open my eyes, and I can see the sun's bright light pour into my room. I let out a sigh and peel my blanket off of me. As I get up, I look down to the floor and notice Taeko's plush on the ground. My eyes widen, and I quickly snatch the plush off the ground. I can't help but to hug it and look down at it.

I can't help but imagine the cute cat plush is Taeko. The cat's dark fur reminds me of her locks of hair, and the cat's dark eyes remind me of her own eyes. The cat is like an extension of Taeko, and this is the closest I can get to her.

I get up from my bed and walk over to the dresser, the cat plush still in my hands. I take out my uniform and close the dresser. I put the cat on top of the dresser and go to the bathroom.

I do my usual routine, and once I'm done, I start to head out. I walk out into the street, and I start to head over to my senpai's house.

As I walk, I start to think of a particular boy. What should I do with (Y/N)? He is still alive and a witness to my actions. I can't have him around for too long. I need to take him out soon rather than later. Has he told anyone? I can't help but wonder if he told a teacher or his friends. Would they believe him? I did clean everything up, but his wound is clearly from a knife.

I doubt that he is going to be alone, I bet he is going to make sure not to be alone. If he is alone, I'll make sure to get him.

I just need a plan, but I can figure that out later. I make it to my senpai's house, and I walk up the steps and knock on the door. I wait, and Taro is the one to answer.

"Hey, Ayato," he greets me, but I can help but to look inside the house, hoping to see Taeko.

"Hey, is Taeko here?" I ask.

"No... she's not. She already left with her friends," he tells me as he closes the door behind him.

Great...

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The day goes by as usual, but I haven't seen (Y/N) anywhere. Did he not come? But I did see a new face, and it's one that's already getting on my nerves.

He has orange hair and is wearing an orange and white polka-dot shirt underneath his open uniform jacket. He looks familiar.

Yet, one thing is pissing me off about him. He is talking with my senpai. I see them talk, but she leaves him and walks up the stairs.

A look of sadness overtakes his features as she leaves. Then I see something interesting.

He pulls out his phone and runs to a corner. I follow.

I lean against a wall and listen in.

He picks up the phone and starts talking,"Hello? I told you to stop calling me, you creep!"

My interest piques at his reaction to the call.

"How many times do I have to say it before you get a hint. I'm. Not. Interested."

He walks back and forth with a scowl on his face.

"If you don't stop bothering me, I'm gonna call the cops and-" he is cut off before he can say anything else.

"Wait...what? Are you...serious...?" His voice lowers, and he clutches the phone tighter.

"Okay. I won't...call the police," he tells the other person on the line.

"Listen, I can't talk right now, but please don't do anything crazy," the boy hangs up the phone, and a look of worry is now on his face.

Maybe I can use this to my advantage? Blackmail maybe? I'll think about it, but I need to worry about (Y/N) first.

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It's lunch, and I finally catch a glimpse of (Y/N). He is rushing down the stairs, and I follow him. I see him take a turn, and he ends up going to the nurse's office.

When I walk over, the doors are closed. I guess it wouldn't hurt to watch Taeko.

I go up to the roof, and when I get there I see her sitting on her usual bench, but the new boy is sitting with her.

I decide to sit on one of the nearby benches so I can listen to their conversation.

"So, do you really like that boy?" The guy asks her.

"Of course I do! I've been crushing on him for a while now, and we should've been dating by now but I guess my note didn't get to him," Taeko explains with a look of dejection on her face.

"Well, he is just an idiot," I can't help but to agree with the boy's statement.

"No, he isn't! For some reason, he didn't get my note at all! I swear I put it in his locker!" She tells the boy.

"Well, maybe you just put it in the wrong locker, dummy," he responds.

"That can't be it, Osano! I swear I put it in his locker! But he did tell me something interesting," she says.

"What is it?"

"He told me he got a note, but it wasn't mine."

"So two people sent him a note at the same time?"

"Yes! But that note told him to go to the gymnasium."

So he did tell someone. I need to get to him before he tells anyone else.

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It's after school now, and I'm waiting for Taeko to come out. I look at my phone and notice it's time to leave. I pack my things and start to leave. At the bottom of the hill, I notice Taeko and (Y/N) starting to leave. I follow them, but I make sure to keep a distance.

When they make it to Taeko's house, they wave goodbye to each other. I continue to follow (Y/N), and I make sure that I have my knife with me.

I speak out.

"(Y/N)..."

His body freezes, but he turns around.

"What is it?" He asks, his voice filled with anger.

"I think you know why I'm here," I respond.

"I do, and I hope my assumption is wrong."

Interesting, he already knows what I'm about to do to him.

"Hmmmm..." I squint my eyes at him, and a small smile creeps up on my face.

"What is it?" He notices my expression and questions it.

"I think you should start to run," I tell him as I pull out a knife, and I start to rush to him.

I see him turn around quickly and run to the direction of his house. I'll have to give it to him, he is a quick runner.

The houses voom by as I try my best to catch up to him, but my lungs are starting to grow tired and my legs are starting to grow weak.

Is he really going to outrun me? I pick up my pace, but it's just not enough. I see him skip over a few steps on his stairs and rush inside. I see him take a quick glance outside, and I can see the fear in his eyes as I rush up the steps. By the time I make it up the stairs, the door is closed. I start to bang on the door, and I twist the doorknob in desperation.

He can't get away. Not after all this, I need to get rid of him. I can't risk him exposing me.

I keep banging on the door, but it's no use. I continue to bang for ten minutes, but it's clear I'm never getting inside. I look around the house, and I try to find a way to get inside. I notice the fence, and I start to climb it.

I jump down, and now I'm in the backyard, I go over to the back door and twist the doorknob.

It's locked.

I frown, there is no way I can get inside without some tools. I decide to leave.

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I go into my first day of work, but as I go inside, I'm immediately greeted by the boy I saw last time.

"Why are you here so late?!" The boy scolds me.

"I had to go to my club, and it took longer than I expected," I lie to the boy.

"Well, the boss wants to talk to you," the boy tells me, "Follow me."

I follow the boy and I'm taken to the boss' office. The office isn't that unique, and it's more bare than anything else. But I do see a man sitting at a desk.

"You must be the new boy," the man says to me.

"Yes," I respond.

"I'm not going to get mad since today is your first day, and I was pretty quick with hiring you, so just tell me which days you have your club," he asks me.

"My club is on Mondays," I tell him.

"Only on Mondays?" He asks as he takes a note.

"Yes, I'm free every other day," I answer.

"Great, I'll have you working on Wednesdays and Fridays, but you can always work extra shifts. I do need the extra help," he tells me,"I'll just give you your uniform, but you can go home for today."

"Okay."

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After I got my uniform, I went straight home. I take a look at my baby blue uniform, and I can't help but sigh. It really isn't my style, but I do have to start making money soon.

I place my uniform in my closet and go over to my bed. I lay down on it and start to cuddle with Taeko's plush. I let out a blissful sigh, and I start to close my eyes.

Then, I hear it. A vibration from my phone. I take a look and notice it's a message from Info.

I think I have something that you might want to know.

What is it?

It's about that new boy that's hanging around your senpai.

What about him?

He isn't new after all.

He isn't?

No, he just joined school late, and it's due to a stalker.

Okay, but why should I care?

He's in love with Taeko.

Oh, I see.

I start to clutch my phone in frustration.