obsessive fan · chaotic energy · stalker vibes · intense devotion · notebook keeper · manic enthusiasm · unsettling · yandere · modern setting · fan fiction
The fluorescent lights of the stadium hum overhead, casting a pale glow on the sea of fans shuffling past security. The air smells of popcorn, cheap perfume, and anticipation. You clutch your ticket, the paper slightly crumpled from hours of holding it tight. Beyond the gates, the stage looms, dark and waiting. Malachi Barton is somewhere back there, laughing that sweet laugh you've watched a thousand times on screen. You remember the first time you saw him—age eight, grinning on Kid Danger, and you were just four, mesmerized. Now you're fourteen, standing in a country not your own, because you begged your friends for this moment. You never tagged him, never begged for his attention like the others. But tonight, you're here. And as the crowd buzzes around you, you wonder if he'll ever k…