#Don't trust him Bonnie he's been stalking you

[the-faceless-bride]

@xxshadowbabexx has inspired me! With this fic, I've decided to take it to the extreme. Because I love extreme and insane readers, it's my favorite. So this is gonna have a big warning for mean cheater 141 (most of them) and dark yandere like reader that will hurt people.

Warnings: AN ACTUAL INSANE READER! READER IS A YANDERE! FULL ON UNHEALTHY AND DANGEROUS YANDERE PERSON! A VERY BAD INDIVIDUAL! Cheating, gaslighting, making your partner listen/watch you have sex with someone else, blood, needles, violence, kidnapping?, blackmail, stalking, forcing to take medications implications of Murder, implications of necrophilia, manipulation, dubcon-Noncon affection, kissing, reader putting marks on themselves, hugging, im serious if you are sensitive to dark content then don't read this. There's a lot of uproar about dark content and im telling you please don't read it if you don't like it. Both The guy and reader are NOT good people. reader is insane. You've been warned.

Also, I wrote this while listening to Emotion repeatedly as I thought it was fitting in a psychotic way.

Characters (in order) - Soap, Konig, Ghost, Gaz, Price, Alejandro (no Graves or Roach, sadly I don't know enough about roach to write for him and I must inform you I am not a Graves Girlie. Maybe if you have some good Graves fic I can get into him but as of now Graves just doesn't do it for me, sorry.)

Whether you like it or not.

Soap - you were seeing signs everywhere. lipstick stains, perfume that wasn't yours, hickeys you didn't remember giving him. You were certain he was cheating, but with whom? You tried poking at him now and again but he would always say the same thing, "I don't know what you're talking about Bonnie.- Bonnie don't be so paranoid this cock is all yours. I promise.- Bonnie I don't know when you became a crazy jealous person but it hurts me you think I would do that."

All lies. You knew they were. You just never got any proof. At some point, you thought you were going crazy. but that was until you came home early one day after staying a night at your brother's new house. Johnny was home but there was another car... Your best friend. Johnny had her bent over as he sucked on her neck. You watched for a moment before hiding behind the wall, you had come just in time for them to finish and start re-dressing, you let the rage fester and infect you, feeling the anger and sorrow of the betrayal of not only the love of your life but your trusted friend.

When they both emerge from the bedroom and your friend locks eyes with you and her lips start trembling the rage finally boils over. Meanwhile, Johnny made his way to you. "Bonnie it's not what it-"

You shoved him from you storming your way to your once friend grabbing her by her hair and screaming in her face, you can barely remember what you said. You were in such a rage you had let spurs of names, insults, and threats all one after the other. Only stopping when you felt a strong hand pull you away. "Bonnie stop you're scaring her! It's not what you think!" you yank your arm from his grasp, "you're defending her?! You son of a bitch! You get her the fuck out of my house before I rip her fucking hair out!" you threaten and she scrambles out between the two of you. You follow her to the door, never reaching out to grab her but you yell at her the whole way out to her car, when she drives off you make your way back into the house to deal with Johnny.

"How dare you. HOW DARE YOU! YOU MADE ME FEEL LIKE I WAS CRAZY!-"

"YOU ARE FUCKING CRAZY BONNIE!- you're acting crazy right now!"

"CRAZY?! You were cheating on me! WITH MY FRIEND! I saw you!"

" You don't even know what you saw."

He begins to turn away from you... He thinks he can fuck you the night before. Tell you he loves you. FUCK. Your best friend. Then tell you you're crazy. AND GO BACK TO RELAX IN YOUR BEDROOM?!?!

You let out a cry of anger, betrayal, and disbelief as you pick up the big decorative clay vase before giving it a big swing and smashing it to pieces over his head.

Johnny slowly turned around "Bonnie..." blood trailed down the side of his head, trying to take a step towards you but lost his footing, sliding down the wall and slumping to the floor.

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Johnny woke up, his head pounding and his body chained to the cold hard ground. His head was wrapped and disinfected. He tried to get up but he was stuck. The chains were thick, whoever did this knew normal cuffs wouldn't hold him.

"Hey, baby." Johnny looked to his side, you sat at the top of the stairs to your basement. "Bonnie- wha- what happened? ... What did you do?"

You smiled and walked down the stairs before standing in front of him. "Johnny. You know I love you.", he stares at you. Maybe he'd pushed you too far.

"Bonnie. I- im sorry, let's jus talk bout this and we can-" he tried to reason with you, maybe if he could talk to you he could talk you down. Reverse a little bit of the damage he'd done.

"oh no, Johnny. I thought you liked my friend. So I thought I could give you one last hurrah! Before you don't get to see anyone again!"

You started walking up the stairs and Johnny began to slightly panic, "c'mon bonnie, I am sorry. Plus! You can't keep me here, the team would come looking for me!" he tried to reason.

"no! You are off due to injury remember? You are here for a good three years! And if it takes longer than you to break... Well, im sure I can give a convincing enough lie that you never made it home. Send them on a while chase looking for you!" you called from the top of the stairs, before grunting, and a large thud was heard as it banged on each step down the stairs.

Oh God. It was her.

It was her. Your friend. Her eyes were glassy and drained. Skin pale and bruised. Bloodied. Dead.

"well, Johnny. Have the last bit of your fun."

"wha- what..."

"do it. You don't want to feel what she did do you?."

"What?"

"you don't want me to have to hurt you, Johnny. Don't you?" you threatened. And Johnny knew he didn't have a choice.

He took hold of her cold body, these three years would be hell for him... He prayed that he wouldn't break...

Konig - you couldn't believe him. You'd caught him in the middle of undressing another woman. She screamed when she saw you in the doorway which prompted Konig to turn around in horror as he made eye contact, he stood up and tried talking to you as the woman rushed out the door sloppily dressing herself.

The excuse he gave you made your eye twitch and your fingers itch to wrap around his neck and squeeze. The only thing stopping you was his size. You knew that if you tried he'd have you on the ground in a matter of seconds. "I just wanted to prove to myself I was good for you!" you took a long look into his eyes. Before laughing. You laughed at him. And you laugh good and hard for thirty seconds, of non-stop hysterical laughter. And every time you looked back at him and saw his hurt expression it made you laugh even harder.

After your laughing fit you went eerily calm, before telling him in a straight face, it's ok. I forgive you.

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But Konig quickly got the idea that it wasn't true. One night when he came home from a mission, he heard strange noises coming from your bedroom. Konig tried to tell himself it wasn't what he thought. Maybe you were taking care of yourself? Maybe you were watching a video, or maybe... But Konig couldn't deny it for long as he heard the sound of a man grunting and you saying his name, Konig made his way to the room and there you were.

You were on your back the man was hunched over you his face in between your neck and shoulder, you Could see Konig standing behind the Man as the man continued to push his cock in and out of you, unaware of the danger he was in. You moaned louder to taunt the large dangerous man standing behind your lover for the night. "yes! Oh fuck! That's it~" Your moans were fake. Konig knew the difference as he'd heard your real moans many many times. "oh baby~ you're so much better than him! You know how to please with that cock~" you tried not to cringe at your fake words; this guy had no rhythm, no drive to please, and his cock didn't even brush against the spots Konig's cock bullied inside you. But you didn't care. You just wanted to hurt Konig. To bruise his heart and his ego. And it worked.

Konig grabbed the man by the hair and pulled him off and out of you, the man screamed in shock but you remained silent. Watching with a spiteful grin, Konig was just gonna toss the guy out. But then he noticed something... He wasn't wearing a condom... This random man had fucked you raw and came inside you... Dead. This man was dead. Konig didn't stop slamming his fist into the man, his jaw, his head, his neck, his ribs. Anywhere Konig could reach.

The man lay still on the cold floor. Barley breathing. He had some time before he succumbed to his injuries but Konig wasn't in a rush to help the man who fucked his love.

"how could you do this? Why would you hurt me in this way!? You- you-"

"I just wanted to be good enough." you said bluntly

"What...?"

"I just wanted to prove to myself I was good enough for you... That's just what you wanted too... Right, Konig?"

Ghost - he did it again. Lied again. Fucked someone else in your bed again. Again. And again. And again. You didn't get it. Had you not been perfect? Had you not helped him through night terrors? Through panic attacks? Through tearful nights when he had a particular dream about his family life? You were tired of it. Coming home and hearing moans that weren't yours. Finding used condoms that you know he didn't use with you. Clothes that weren't even close to your size were found under the bed or stuffed somewhere in his car. You hated it. You hated him. But God... You loved him. You knew he wasn't good for you, but you wanted to love him and he loved you in return.

He was out again, with his team... You hid in a seat in the far back of the pub. So out of sight Ghost still hasn't noticed you. But you noticed him, chatting up with a pretty blonde at the from of the bar. You hated her. You didn't even know her. But she had something that you didn't. You don't know what it is, but it must be something good. If Simon was out looking for it from her instead of you.

She giggled and batted her lashes at him, you don't take your eyes off them the whole time. You told Simon you'd be gone for the weekend. So when you noticed they were about to leave, you rushed to your car speeding to your house. Parking somewhere Simon wouldn't see, rushing inside and lit some candles, and pulled out some wine. And fix your hair to make it look like you had a romantic evening planned.

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When Simon walked in he was sloppily making out with the woman his hands running up and down her curves.

"Simon?" you asked quietly playing dumb. As if you hadn't been watching him, you'd been watching him for a few months now. Just out of sight. Plotting how you could go about your revenge. Ghost would be hard to break. He's emotionally dead and doesn't let much get to him. But everyone has a breaking point.

Everyone.

This caught Simon off guard. You weren't meant to be home. This caused a reaction from the woman he brought home, apologizing to you over and over begging forgiveness as she didn't know. Then turning to Simon and giving an earful of disgust at what he had done and was going to do with her all while having a loving and caring lover at home.

You played it up by crying, just like you'd done the first twenty times he'd done this before. This time it was fake, asking what you had done to drive him away. Making the woman chastise him further. Before shaping him and walking out.

After she left you stopped crying, which also caught Simon off guard. Normally you would go one of two ways when catching him in a lie or with lipstick stains on his shirt. You blame yourself and Simon reassures you that you are overthinking and not thinking straight (a lie) or you blame him and he says it hurts him that you a person he trusts let down his walls for (lie) and would accuse him of things he would never do (another lie)

But this time you did.

"You're just like your father." **SLAM**

Simon had instantly slammed you into the wall, his hand around your throat.

"don't. Don't you EVER say that again. I'm nothing like him. I protect and serve. Nothing like him." he looks at you with a hatred you'd never seen before, it made you smile on the inside.

"oh- really? You hurt me." You choke and Simon tightens his grip, warning you.

"you lie to me. You cheat on me. You tell me you love me and don't mean it-" **squeeze**

"you hurt me. Just like he hurt your mother-"

"SHUT UP." He slams you again,

"You're hurting me right now. Just like him." Simon takes a moment before dropping his hand from you as if you'd just burned him.

He stumbles away from you. But you follow, "It's ok Simon. I promise to forgive you. If you promise not to hurt me again."

You were fucking with him. You sounded like his mother, promising to not leave or tell as long as he promised to stop hurting you. Just like his mother pleaded with his father. So so many times.

You smile at him. He rushes away reaching for the door and opening it a crack, "Simon. Don't go. Don't hurt me. Not again. Be good. Promise me."

Simon's head was spinning, trauma and pain in the front of his mind.

"promise me, Simon."

Simon shut the door.

"I promise," he whispered.

Gaz - you didn't want to believe it. He was different. You knew he was! He was the one who made this place a beautiful world. He wouldn't. He couldn't! Your heart wouldn't be able to take it. But your world came crashing down on you, you had found panties that weren't yours and you had begun to panic, no. No, he wouldn't. This is a misunderstanding. You're gonna call him. He's gonna answer and be with his mates and clear all this confusion up. Yeah... Yeah, that was it!

You called Kyle and after three rings he answered, that's a good sign! And you were relieved. But that was quickly taken from you. A woman moaned into the phone as Kyle praised her in the back, "That's a good girl, let her hear you. She her your mine baby." your mind turned to static only a few words and phrases were heard,

"mine... Good girl... My girl. .. Perfect... Sweet... Pussy made for me..." your heart racing, pounding in your ears. It cries. It aches... How can this be fair? You stayed on the phone, on speaker as you hurried around the house. You had to fix this. Who was she? How dare she try and take your place.

You were made for Kyle. Not her. He said it to you so many times. He had to be lying to her. She- she must have forced him. That's it! That's the only thing that makes sense. Why would he cheat and answer the phone while doing so? That doesn't make sense! It was her you know it.

It hurts now. Knowing your darling was being taken advantage of. Don't worry Kyle darling. She'll learn to keep her damn hands off...

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Kyle came home around 11:50 PM, she truly kept him locked away. Your poor baby. Forced to do such disgusting things to her.

"Lovie? Are you in? I- I don't know what came over me I-" he gets interrupted. You're hugging him. Kyle stands still. Confused. He thought he was gonna have to convince you he was trashed, filled with alcohol, and didn't know what he was doing... But you're... Hugging him? "it's ok Kyle. I know it wasn't you. I know." Kyle for a moment, thinks things he's maybe gotten away with it. "don't worry, I won't let it happen again."

What?

Kyle jumps feeling a pin in his neck, he jolts shoving you to the ground causing you to hit your cheek hard on the floor, you whine as you sit up holding your hand to your cheek. You forgive him, you expected him to fight. That's why you didn't tell him your plan to keep him safe in the first place.

Kyle reaches behind him, pulling out the syringe that stuck out from his neck. His eyes quickly become blurry and his body slow and off-balanced. He tries to say your name but he can't his tongue is heavy and his throat is tight.

He falls to the floor with you.

When Kyle comes too; his head is pounding, his throat is dry, and his right cheek hurts. He tries to get up but he can't. He's strapped down to the bed. Kyle starts to panic, what happened last night? Where-

"good morning darling." Kyle whips his head to you, causing it to pound loudly in his ears. "what- what happened, where?-" You smile and sign as you set a tray of water and medications on the bedside table. "you're at home with me darling." you turn to him placing a damp cloth on his head. "why am I strapped to the bed?"

"well I couldn't trust you would stay put, would I?"

Huh?

"oh! Also, I made sure you won't ever be bothered again!"

"bothered?"

"yup! That woman from last night she won't hurt you anymore!" Kyle stared at you confused, she didn't do anything. He approached her and went back to her place, telling her that you were a crazy ex and that's why she agreed to let him answer.

"but- she didn't do anything." you frown at him, "She must have messed your brain up bad. It's ok! I'm gonna help and fix you!" you say as you reach for the tray.

A syringe and glass bottle at one end of the tray next to some pills as well as a bottle of water. He stared with wide eyes, "don't worry the pills are just to help with the pain from hitting your head."

"and the needle..."

"just for safety, I don't want to use it but I can't have you straining yourself and leaving ugly wounds on your precious skin my love."

Kyle tried to remain calm, he didn't know how much of your words he could trust. You held the pill out to him waiting for him to open his mouth but he didn't... You sigh, you didn't want to have to do this. You pick up the needle dipping the end into the glass bottle, filling it with liquid.

Kyle began to struggle and you held him down trying to keep steady while injecting the clear liquid into his arm. Kyle felt his body weaken, not in a sleepy way but his body started to not respond right away. You opened his mouth and shoved the pill inside, your eyes getting teary. why was he making this so difficult?

After giving him some water after a struggle and him trying to spit the pill out, he finally gave in. He'd try and reason with you later, right now his head hurt and he was tired.

You climbed over him. Kissing his cheek and snuggling him, he'd see you love him. You're hear to help him. Protect him.

He'll come around. You know it.

Price - You'd been running around all day preparing for Price to come home, you'd been waiting for so so long to get your hands on him again. He's been gone for eight months, you were sure he'd be aching for you. Just as much as you were for him.

But when he came home he was... Off. He wouldn't tell you what, "later" he'd tell you over and over "later" you thought maybe something happened on the field. But all his mates were alive you know that. So what went wrong?

It's not until a month later that he breaks the news. "Darling. I'm so sorry, but- I just- a lady at the Bar..." and then everything went silent to you. Price... Your husband. Your John... Jonathan Price had cheated on you.

You hug him, mid-sentence. He starts crying, begging you for forgiveness. Crying to get you to stay. Crying to be given one last chance. And you give it...

"I'll stay. I love you. I need you. I will give you one last chance-"

"thank you- thank you, Darling, I- I promise-"

"but. I get to give you the same pain."

"w-what?"

"im going to have sex with someone. But you won't know when. Where. Or who."

"D-Darling,"

"it might be a stranger from a Bar. It might be one of your mates... You won't know, and I won't tell you. You'll have to figure it out."

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It's been months now, and John has been paranoid. You go out of your way to stay late after work hours, to go out with your friends and not come home till late in the night, you hide your phone, and you grab yourself harshly to leave bruises.

John questions you about everything. Why did you stay late? Who was with your friends, and who did you meet? Why are you hiding your phone, who are you texting?... Where are the marks coming from?... He's attached to you any time he can be, and never leaves your side. And goes out of his way to please you.

Showing you that he will make up for his flaws, his mistakes. Showing you, that you don't need anyone else. Showing you he's sorry.

You never slept with anyone, you contemplated it. But you couldn't. You loved him too much. But he didn't need to know that, he's never been more attached to you than he was now. He even put work aside.

Maybe if you keep him on his toes, he'll become dependent on you. You know you can do it. Make him crave you and need you as much as you do him. It's just gonna take time, lying, and patience. You'd break him. You know you can. Nobody in the military could break this captain. Nobody. But...

They didn't know Johnathan Price like you did.

Alejandro - Alejandro was out at a bar, he had just gotten back from a mission. A long, tedious, and dangerous mission. You wanted to surprise him! You'd missed him so much, that you planned to 'Coincidentally' run into him at the bar. you knew when he came home, what time, and with whom. You had a few trackers and bugs planted on him, namely his phone and the bracelets he got back on his way home.

It was the way you got to know him so well in the first place, you were a friend and a trusted one at that. You knew if you planted a bug or two he wouldn't suspect a thing.

Now and again you would do this he would mention or mumble about in his own time, it would amaze him how you had done what he asked, "just a hunch" you would tell him. You didn't do it all the time to not make him suspicious but you did it when you knew he needed it. Which made him fall you you that much more.

You had dolled yourself up just a bit and made your way to the bar he was at with Rudy and you quickly became on edge.

"im flattered, ha," Alejandro laughed as the busty brunette pushed herself into his personal space, she brushed her nails against his arm. You feel an itch, an itch deep inside as your face turns red.

Why? You thought he was different, and yet here he was. You were ready to return to your car and wait for him... But then you saw him push her away.

"get off. I'm not interested, I already told you I'm in a loving relationship, now leave me alone." he put his foot down. And she pouted and huffed before walking away. You smiled and ran over to him, putting your plan back into play.

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You laid in bed, skin-to-skin. Still a little sweaty from the rough session you and Ale had. You kiss him, "im gonna clean up," he hums in response. He's drifting off to sleep and you smile at how comfortable he is with you.

You turn the water on, letting it run warm before stepping in.

You let the hot water run down your body as you wash your hair, you think about earlier. Your heart flutters.

You were so thankful, thankful he rejected her. He honestly scared you for a moment.

You thought about what you would've done, you were silly. You then thought about the bag of rusted sharp tools that sat in the trunk of your car. You were so silly to think you were gonna have to get ugly with Him.

[miss-vanta-likes-to-write]

Loyalties chapter 11

Loyalties Masterlist

CW: check the main masterlist for warnings. Chapter contains description of stalking, a dead body, murder suicide.

John was certain that this is what it meant to have a pack again. A full one with an omega to look after them. He remembers Saturday shopping with his mother as she fussed over him and new church clothes, he was religious then, but the doting fingers of his Sweetheart makes him nostalgic. He watches as she holds up shirt to his chest, saying something about trusting the process and she turns to scold Soap about him not wearing a hat because that's John's and Kyle's thing. 

“Why does he gettae be tha only one wearin’ a nice hat?” Soap dangles some ugly hot pink hat in front of Bambi. 

“Because it doesn't go with the vision I have for you Lovie.” Bambi swats his hand away before frowning, “Maybe the white linen button up and we'll get you a nice light pink shirt to go with it?” 

“You're insisting that Cap wears a linen shirt and pants?” Kyle is leaning over the clothing rack. Their Sweetheart had already picked out what he was to wear. “Why that?”

“So I can see his dick print.” She rolls her eyes, “obviously beloved.”

John snorts out a laugh and raises an eyebrow. He wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her close to him. Hand sliding under her skirt to grope her. She doesn't complain about the cool air that brushes against her bare ass cheek, instead Bambi just grumbles and says that he is about to drop money in the lingerie store.

“I highly doubt you are seeking to see me hard at this party Sweetheart.” He presses his lips against her forehead. 

“I don't, but I would like all of you to put forth your best selves and I like dressing people up.” She wiggles out of his grip and hands the clothing she picked out to Kyle. “Besides, I have family and important people who are gonna be here and I need all of you to put forth a good first impression…my extended pack scrutinizes outsiders.” She whispers.

John tilts his head, “Scrutinize how?”

“You know, they watch, judge, looking to see if you cause trouble. The pups will be curious, the older ones skeptical. But anyone over the age of forty will look at four unmated alphas sniffing around me weird, because of who I am.”

“What do you mean by that Princess?” Simon asked. John can see through his mask that he is clenching his jaw. Kyle and Johnny look concerned. 

“It means that everyone is nosy and thinks that my alpha should be chosen with regards to what they can provide for the pack. Not necessarily if they like me or not. I'm the only omega in the family that is considered to be a full blooded Castello. If my Dad when he was alive, or even Malik allowed it currently, I would have been given to a cousin pack and that's it.” She shrugs as she shifts through more shirts on the rack.

While he is a traditionalist, in the sense of courting an omega, running a pack with everyone's safety and comfort in mind. The idea of an omega being given to a second distance relation in order to ‘keep it in the bloodline’  is a special type of barbaric. Everyone knows that royal families and old money families do that type of stuff. During his background check, he saw that her family had money, but he wasn't suspecting old money practices, considering they were very much in the new money category. 

“Aye, I ken we got lucky wit ye Bonnie.” Johnny laughed, “Cannae imagine ye wit ‘nother pack but us!”

Bambi huffed and playfully side-eyed Johnny, “Am I wearing your teeth marks yet?”

Johnny grins brightly, “If ye lemme Bonnie, I'll gnaw on yer scent gland.”

Bambi rolls her eyes and smiles, “Johnny. You're about to dig deep in your wallet because you said that to me.”

“As long as I get tae buy ye more knickers te scent and we get tae keep ‘em. Sure!” He laughed.

John pulls their girl back close to him and kisses her forehead “He has a point.” he mumbles as he inhales her scent. He then kisses her cheek and after he ghosts his lips across her scent gland. Normally he isn't so possessive with public displays of affection but a few alphas had been staring at his Sweetheart a bit too closely. 

“Don't encourage this behavior John.” She places a hand against his cheek, ��Now, let's get this all paid for so we can buy me designated panties for you lot to rip off of me."

 xoxo

They spent one full hour in the lingerie store. Bambi had to beat back Johnny several times from walking into the changing room with attempts to bend her over. His whiney little whispers saying how it wasn't fair that he couldn't just take the edge off, he'd only put the tip in, and they were buying everything they touched anyway. 

Simon had taken it upon himself to insist that she try on every little set that was mostly straps and satin bows. All of them left little to the imagination, and each one of them dark in color. “Hn. To be honest, you should get two or three of the same set.” He had his arms crossed, the comically small bras and panties hanging from his fingers.

“Si…” Bambi sighed with exasperation, “they're all the same color and style.”

“I want to enjoy tearing them off you more than once. May as well stock up.” He grunted with a thoughtful look. As if it was the only option that made fucking sense.

“How about this one Dove?” Kyle is insisting that a pretty lace romper with a deep v-cut to the belly button. It's a gorgeous peach number and he looks a little bashful. 

“There's only one compared to Si's three and the two handfuls of thongs that Johnny picked up…what's the catch?” Bambi takes the romper and runs her fingers over the little bow on the hip.

Kyle is quiet and Bambi looks at him with a raised eyebrow. He glances away from and is staring at the shoe store across the walkway. She gets the hint immediately and smiles. A kiss gets placed to his cheek and she just nods her head.

“I don't see why not Ky.” Bambi smiles but then her smile drops as she scents the tight agitation that is coming from John. It's barely there, on the edge of his natural scent of wood and smoke. She stiffens and glances at him with worry. “John?” She asks.

John smiles at her, it's more like a grimace. His arm around her waist pulls her close to him and he leans down to kiss her. A hand cups her face, but his wrist just barely nudges against the scent gland on her neck. The kiss doesn't feel right completely but at the same time she knows there is a streak of possession in it. The wrist against her scent gland is the dead give away. “It's nothing. Why don't you Johnny and Kyle go and take your things to the front. I want to find a surprise for you.”

Bambi laughs and nods her head. In the back of her mind, her omega is hissing in anger. Years of her careful control of her emotions rapid fires and manifests as her being worried and afraid, it changes her scent. She sees what he sees briefly, it's darting just out and about of her peripheral vision. It's a man, who looks to be an alpha and he is brazenly stalking them, or more likely her. Johnny is readily agreeing and Kyle is already grabbing her to gently pull her along. 

“Yeah come on, Dove.” Kyle is all smiles, then after we can hit the shoe store and then grab something to snack on.” He's trying to soothe her fear.

Bambi leans into him, following his lead. But she notices that Simon has left. Gone, poof, vanished just like his call sign, a damn spector, there's no trace of him at all in the store. Johnny brings up her rear, herding her safely, using his frame to keep her from view of the alpha following them. It's all very methodical, she's seen it and experienced it before. Her omega howls, demanding that heads roll, her safety has been compromised, but she forces herself to relax. Everything will be okay. When her scent changes back to the sweet cocoa butter and vanilla, potent and relaxing, Johnny and Kyle calm down, they don't break formation, but they are calm. Even though they are calm, they are still casually joking around, their eyes shifting slightly, they are watching and waiting, ready to strike like a cobra. 

She pulls out her phone and shoots her brother a text as Kyle and Johnny pile her things on the cash wrap. She only sends an upside down smile emoji. 

Bambi:🙃 

Xoxo

Simon at first thought it was just a fluke at first. He noticed the alpha or what he thought was an alpha, but definitely a male in the men's dress shop. They didn't have a scent per se, but they had the stocky and squat build of a shorter alpha. The first time he gave it a benefit of the doubt. The second time the scentless alpha had followed them out of the first store. He was careful to go unnoticed, but the thing with Simon is that he notices everything. It's part of his training, it's never turned off, just down like the volume of the TV when a kid wants to watch but not be caught watching it. He mastered this skill young, but being in SAS honed it and sharpened it until it was lethal. He is still participating in shopping with his omega, but by now he has confirmed if John has noticed it. They've been working together for so long, he doesn't need words. It's only a hard side glance, the deceptively innocent nod of his head, it looks like he is following the conversation that their omega is leading. 

John catches the signal right as they are entering the lingerie store. Simon watches as their captain scents the air subtly and furrows his brow. He probably caught the male's reflection through one of the many shop windows. His control over his emotions is impeccable and Simon envies him, because unlike John, Simon is a beast, a brute, and his alpha is demanding blood. John discreetly catches Johnny's and Kyle's attention, the order is clear, keep Bambi busy, there's a threat. 

It's nerve-racking because is it one of their many enemies following them, and if so where's the fucking leak? Nobody should know where they live, frequent or even if they were gonna be out today. Simon can't stand it and he knows that his pack can't stand it either, and if it gets out that they are courting an omega, her safety will forever be in jeopardy. 

Johnny whines about wanting to follow Bambi into the changing room, he wants to watch her try on the bras. The clever little Scotsman flirts with her, pushing her further into the store,heading to a more tactical position. Kyle is floating at the edge of the group browsing the different clothes but he steadfastly keeps the interloper in his sights. They make it clear that they know that the four of them see the male. In some type of bold fashion or fucked up confidence, the male just repositioned himself, trying to get a better look at her. John lets out a bit of his agitation, it's a warning really, a few people in the store glance their way. By now their omega catches on and she's worried and scared, about the slight shift. John glances at Simon and a small hand movement, the familiar twitch of the ‘neutralize the threat’ sign and Simon is gone. 

Simon is gone and Ghost is slipping into place. It's dangerous to be Ghost in a place where civilians are. He doesn't care though, someone is blatantly stalking their omega, made her notice because she's a smart girl, that she was in danger. None of them can have that, even if she was soothed into being calm and reassured of her safety.

The male sees him coming, can probably sense the impending doom and dread as it creeps across his spine. John is already ahead and out the store, he's quick that way and the unknown male doesn't know he's about to be directed into the employee hallway. The male leaves in a haste but Ghost doesn't run, he never does unless his leash is cut loose. From the other side of the mall walkway he can feel John and his bitter anger just on the edge. They've done this before, used this exact tactic, learned by watching sheep dogs herd their flocks (it was initially Johnny's idea to learn this neat trick, it works with trapping enemies…a frightening way to tap into pack instincts).

He goes into the empty employee hallway in a blind panic and they've got him. Up close he can finally get a better read on this stalker. They shake in his presence and keep their front to him and his eyes go wide when John slips into the hallway. It's two against one, there will be no mercy if the right answer isn't given.

“Why are you following us?” John asks, but the demand is clear as day. If Ghost is a predator, hunting and killing for his pack, then John is an apex predator who understands that he is the point of the food chain. The air around them is ice cold, it's like John sucked the very heat from the air. Not many people can stand to be in such an oppressive environment. The only people who are safe, ever in frigid moments like this are the 141 and few select people. (Simon, in the back of his psyche, distantly knows that Bambi is the only person who this type of rage will never be directed at. It makes him feel things.)

“I-” The male's voice is shaking, the pungent scent of fear is there but no designation under it. They can't even smell if he has the chemical scent of scent blockers. “I recognized her from her Instagram.” He manages to stumble over his words. His accent can't be placed, almost like he doesn't have one. No marker of where he's from.

‘That goddamn Instagram account.’ Ghost seethes with rage. He knows it has to be her not so secret one and this fuckwit is stalking her because he happened to make the same connection Johnny made on their first date. Ghost lets out a low growl.

John must be feeling merciful or he knows he can't straight out kill a civilian. There are cameras hidden, he knows this. “You will leave her alone or you will find yourself in a more unpleasant situation.” His blue eyes are frozen over with cold rage that can burn skin.

“I just-” the male darts his eyes between the two of them. Considers his words and nods his head once, “I'll leave you all be. Have a good one.” And in the smartest move he makes, takes off down the hallway.

“I'll talk to her about those Instagrams of hers.” John doesn't say anything else. He doesn't even say how he knows. It's a testament to how he watches them all for their safety but avoids infringement on their privacy. 

 xoxo

That night Bambi is beside herself. She's relieved that she held it together and did not panic and was still simmering on the fact that her safety was almost compromised. Her boys (and really the way they acted today quickly endeared her omega to them, basking in the feeling of protection when things went back to their natural state of fun and flirty) had calmed down but still kept their heads on a swivel but made it a point to finish their trip. When the booze order was picked up three hours later her phone had dinged twice. Once for the notice that her purchase went through and a second time except the screen lit up green and not pink. 

Malik: We're in my office.

The moment Simon and John walked her up the steps to her home that was now a full on Barbie house, they each kissed her on the lips and dropped the crates of alcohol by the door. 

“The party starts at one but get here at two thirty so that way you won't be subjected to the awkward stares from early arrivals, or put to work for showing up on time.” Bambi smiles at them, her smile isn't tight. “And thank you for making that man stop following us.” She looks down but glances up demurely at them both.

John smiles back, it's soft and endearing, quite warm and it makes her stomach do flips. “We're always going to keep you safe Sweetheart. No matter what.”

Simon only nods his head, arms crossed. They both then leave and Bambi watches the truck disappear down the driveway. The moment she knows they are gone and not coming back, her smile drops and she's storming to Malik's office. She's seeing red, it's tunnel vision and she knows she's on the verge of crashing out. Her omega is screeching, she was going to be in danger, the pups were going to be in danger, their carefully crafted story exposed. Had that man, that runner, that in-between even got close they would have fucked up everything. 

She slams the door open to the office with a bang, there's hellfire in her veins. Does he not know the potential danger he even put his own pups in? She's spiraling now, Bambi knows this must have been the same feeling her mother had before the raid. When it came about that Antony had been exposed and one of their safest compounds compromised.

Pure hot liquid rage courses through her very being.

“You.” She narrows her eyes at Xavier, a menacing growl rips through her chest and out her throat, it's a jarring sound that her designation isn't supposed to make. Her brother already has his shiesty off, trying his best to look ashamed about a bad call. “How dare you send that runner my location while I was out in public?” She screams.

Malik positions himself between her and Xavier, he wants to prevent a physical fight. He's also disappointed, he wears it well in the frown on his face. He looks a lot like their father right now, cold eyes, still like a statue, but allowing the dominant omega to provide the correction. They have not ever provided correction over actual work and safety together before but have seen their parents do it. Carrie was always more concerned about dangers coming to the home, to any pups or omegas that lived in there. Antony was more concerned about public facing aspects that were always turned towards darkness. 

Right now though, her safety and by extension her entire home and everyone in it was in jeopardy. A painful feeling of helplessness shoots through her but it only helps to heighten her rage. “Xavier Castello you stupid fuck!” She paces back and forth in front of him. Tears sting her eyes. “Sending that runner to try and deliver something to me in fucking public! Do you have any idea how bad that could have been? The men I was with could have caused a scene! That runner could have been killed! And you sent a bitched alpha who is weak on top of that! We only have so many of them on staff in this part of the goddamn world! In fact there are only ten in the whole of fucking England‐”

Xavier winces, he knows he fucked up, “It was an emergency-”

“OOOH SHUT THE FUCK UP IM TALKING!” She shouts at the top of her lungs, she stops her pacing and whirls on him. There are hot tears rolling down her cheeks, she's shaking from holding herself back. Her vision is black on the edges, “What in the hell could have been such an emergency to put us even in the slight path of danger?" She hisses low and her omega digs deep into her vocal register. She's almost sounding demonic. A mistake like this, even if it appears small, can't go unchecked. 

Especially after the trauma of that raid.

“Marcus is dead, and the inside man that killed him suicided.” Xavier whispers, he keeps his eyes turned away from her. “There was a miscommunication in the chain seven days ago and the dog tags from the soldier who carried out the order that were meant to be left at the post for you to pick up and then send to his widow, things just got confused on the way.” He's trying to explain but to Bambi it's an excuse. 

She can't speak as she tries to bring rationale back to the forefront of her mind. Trying her damndest to calm down and not demand that the five people this went through before it got to her was punished. Malik speaks, his voice low and soothing.

“Nobody is hurt, Bambi. I will handle looking into this if you don't put Xavier out of the house again. He needs to be here for the party and festivities this weekend and it was just a mistake.” He desperately wants to save face, not have people ask about where Xavier is. He wants this quickly swept under the rug, his reign over their pack is already slightly questioned. People think he's not old enough, too radical, not respecting the old guard. He may not be Antony, but he is smarter and knows what his pack needs to function and get things under control. The clean up from the raid has been awful and Bambi, he knows works herself ragged with cover ups, public relations, keeping their public name out of the dark mud. He won't allow his sister to end up like their mom.

Bambi closes her eyes, Malik is right. She knows he is right. If it were any other time, she would send him right back to America. Insisting that Malik makes him do grunt work as a punishment for this. The damn pink and white party, their reputation and need to provide a united front, show their larger extended pack that it's business as usual outweighs her anger. “You're in thin, very thin ice. Xavier, this can not happen again.” 

“Yes Bambi.” He knows not to call her BamBam right now. He steps carefully as the heaviness of the situation settles over him. They aren't that far out from the raid, a little farther out from when Carrie sent them away and their father went into hiding. He knows they are all too young and too green to lead and he knows that Bambi is paranoid. It's a behavior that's been beaten into her in the same way that his own psyche has been beaten to separate humanity from outsiders. 

“I'll handle sending the widow her husband's tags, and her payout next week. For now I'll have Symphony send her some money to hold her over.” Bambi leaves in the opposite fashion that she arrived. She isn't as angry, but right now her fire is no longer blue but a soft orange glow inside of her. Maybe she jumped off the deep end too soon, but that was just her oldest daughter's instincts, rearing its ugly head.

 xoxo

Kate Laswell was stumped on why one of her higher ranking officers killed the one informant they managed to catch in that South America raid. There was an investigation and it yielded no connection whatsoever between Marcus Williams and Officer Mason Hartford. There was a check going all the way back into Hartford's mental health. 

He was clean but noted to be acting strange in the days Williams arrived in secure holding. Hartford was twitchy, there was record of him calling home but the calls, all three of them, only lasted thirty seconds. Nobody answered those calls. Then without warning, he snapped, he was like an assassin, killing the entire staff that was in charge of Williams. 

On camera, it showed that he was efficient, so much so that his victims didn't see it coming and those that did, couldn't protect themselves quick enough. Snapped necks, slit throats, and Williams was the worst of all. He didn't fight back seemingly frozen in fear and Hartford left him mutilated. His knife went into the abdomen and wrenched up, that death was not meant to be quick and seemed to be punishment. Then Hartford slit his own throat after he sat down. 

The whole ordeal was a mess. Laswell was left in the dark.

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hii I hope ur having a good day, I was wondering if I could a request an enemies to lovers with stefan salvatore where the reader knows there’s something off about him and doesn’t trust him?

yessss you can! thank you! also i made them a powered person im sorry

thin line

stefan salvatore x reader

summary: you didn't trust or like him and you had every reason too, especially once he shows his true colors. but after he saved your life, you have to look at him a bit differently.

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Your eyes never left him while he prowled around the room. No one else was paying the younger Salvatore any mind, way more bothered by Bonnie's story of what had happened tonight to notice the way Stefan's jaw hadn't unclenched since they all walked in this room. The fact that his eyes hadn't left the blood streaking down Elena's arm.

His eyes flicked up to meet yours briefly, recognition at your observations. Both of you narrowed just a bit.

So, this is how it was going to be.

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"Going to scrub the paint off of that mug?" Stefan's voice was a hot lance down your spine, equal parts annoyance and anger.

"To what devil do I owe this curse of a visit, Salvatore?" You let the cup you were cleaning drop with a plunk into the soapy dishwater, drying your hands off jerkily while you turned toward the vampire. "Don't you have a cave to be dwelling in?"

His smirk in return was sharp, not at all matching the soft tone he spoke with. "Just checking in with you since this whole Klaus thing started. Seeing where you're sitting with it." You didn't miss the way he casually wiped a hand over your counter.

"You mean you want to make sure I'll be on your side if a fight comes."

"That too." He agreed, coming to stand in front of her. "Do I need to negotiate an alliance?"

"Sure, let's negotiate. Here are my terms." You closed the last few inches between the two of you, voice low. "I will always protect my friends. But if you come into my home uninvited again, I will kill you."

Stefan's smirk widened into a smile. "Don't threaten me with a good time."

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The poison you'd been fed by Klaus's witch was eating it's way through your veins, your magic sparking like a pinched nerve in your blood. But you still stood tall across from the Hybrid, chin attempting to stay lifted while you stared down your imminent death.

"Here for the finale?" You were going to die proud that your voice didn't waver. You could feel Stefan's harsh gaze from behind Klaus, his eternal lackey. You tried not to be bothered that the man you had known for so long, however tumultuous it had been, was just going to watch you get slaughtered.

"I can't simply let the competition win, love." Klaus accent twisted around his playful words and he made to stalk his way toward you.

You were about to wrangle what bit of power you could to stave off the end, but Stefan was a blur behind Klaus and the sound of a stake ripping through flesh echoed in the alley. All the hybrid had was a moment of shock before the desecration began and you were left standing opposite of the younger vampire, your look much more marred.

"Stefan?" You were confused but your adrenaline was fading, vision tunneling in on you. The last thing you saw was the mirage of worry on the younger Salvatore's face before you succumbed to the oblivion calling for you.

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You woke up somewhere unfamiliar, and a burst of fear had you quick to sit up, mind trying to make sense of everything. You remembered Klaus. What had happened?

The door to the room opened hesitantly, and Stefan appeared along with your memories, that same worry etched into his eyebrows.

"What the fuck?" Your voice was hoarse but you didn't care.

He seemed to remember himself, calm mask slipping in once again. "Sorry I fed you my blood without asking, but you needed it. You're free to leave whenever you feel up to it. I'm going out."

With that he was gone, and you were left sitting with an unfamiliar feeling in your stomach.

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It was small after that. Stefan grabbing you a coffee sometimes when he went down to the cafe and knew you were going to be at the boarding house when he returned. You standing next to him in the standoff with this weeks BigBad. Healing his wounds after a battle, and him doing the same. You'd adopted some kind of synchronicity with no discussion.

No discussion, until tonight, you were sure. Because you weren't going to be able to listen Elena rip into him for much longer.

"Since when do you get an opinion, Ripper?"

"Why don't you lay off of him, Elena? Especially while you're with Damon." Everyone was looking at you with a mixture of shock and confusion. Since when did you stand up for Stefan Salvatore? Even you didn't know the answer.

You didn't miss his attention on you as you left.

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"Thank you." You didn't feel that same lancing anger you had the last time he appeared in your kitchen behind you, something equally as hot replacing it.

You turned slower than your pounding heart was begging you too, a hesitant smile on your face. "Deja Vu."

The earnest look on his face made you dial in on the anxious posture he had. "I mean it. You didn't have to help me. I know that I've never been your favorite person, but I appreciate it."

You took a moment to think of your response, that undeniable blooming feeling in your stomach overwhelming. You were floundering, trying to figure out when you went from thinking Stefan was the villain to caring for him.

"I think it's time that we re-negotiate the terms of our alliance."

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"Can you believe the words she was spewing earlier?" Stefan was rubbing calming circles into your leg, feet placed firmly on his lap while you were on the couch in front of the fireplace. But nothing would help the growing annoyance you got every time that Elena threw some new barb in Stefan's direction.

"You know that I don't listen to a word she say." His smile was charming, eyebrow raised in a dare at you to laugh.

You rolled your eyes, leaning back against the arm of the couch. "I say we buy a cottage in the woods."

"Tempting." He agreed with a nod.

You found yourself studying him, not being able to stop comparing him to the shrewd man who had been across from you a year ago. So much had changed since then.

"Everything okay?" His eyebrows pinched together in concern, hand stopping its ministrations to come to a full rest on your calf.

"Perfect." It wasn't a lie.

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things i want to yell ab now that the au is over

- god vanessa will you ever escape manipulation. your dad manipulates you in the divorce. you turn 18, you leave. you get a job where you leave with a manipulative rabbit in your brain and a therapy appointment at 3. your therapist manipulates you and then the rabbit that's been manipulating you manipulates you into killing her. on like 4 separate occasions. you go into work at your new job and your manager is the worst boss you've ever had and he not only gaslights you into thinking the code you spent an ungodly number of hours writing was never real, but admits that he's been telling your therapist what should be confidential information and he has recordings of those therapy sessions. you get out. you fall prey to the rabbit that's been stalking you for years, who amplifies your thoughts and feelings to mean something they don't and you can't get out. so you're saved. you're saved in part by the worst boss you've ever had and it'll take time to forgive him but you think you can. nevermind, he's taken the mask that caused all your agony for so long and he's wearing it and he's running away without a word, without an explanation, and he's going to kill himself. and you get the feeling he's had a story for much longer than he's let on but none of that even matters because he was your friend too most of the time and now he's leaving, and now you're back to having nothing at all.

- hey vanessa you have a very fucked up view of what personal relationships should look like. you're tired of your trust being violated but that's all you know in what makes somebody trustworthy. i love you.

- mike's decision to give up the knife instead of chasing after vanessa with it in pq3; in pq1 he chased after vanny because he was under the impression that vanessa wasn't there at all anymore, that she was lost to the virus. but after pq2 and cassidy's reveal, it became clear that they were on a mission to save her. and yeah, it very well could be justified that mike doesn't want to kill another person, and that's obv part of the reason, but also. he just likes vanessa. despite being reduced to nothing but a device to kill william, he was still friends with vanessa, still cares for her. and he holds out hope that he can, for once, have his cake and eat it too. vanessa can live and william will die. he can do things right.

- nooooo vanessa don't have conveniently spring bonnie themed coloring and hair shaped like a bunny tail and purple clothing vanessa nooooo

- the vanny costume being framed as a way to escape // vanessa needing to escape the vanny costume by the end of the story

- i also just want to reinforce my cassidy and mike ideas cause they make me sick

[kiss-my-freckle]

Full Episode Commentary

1x1: Pilot

I love the shift from night to day as they introduce their three leads because I feel they're representations. Damon is night, Stefan is dawn, Elena is day. There is a such thing as too dark and too bright. Even though Stefan is represented by what the balance of darkness and light looks like, he's not a balanced character.

"For over a century, I have lived in secret. Hiding in the shadows, alone in the world. Until now. I am a vampire, and this is my story." Stefan's journal voiceover is a lie. He's been living on and off as a human, so he's been living in the world. Living on and off as a human, he's had enough time to form relationships. He doesn't live in the shadows and he's certainly not alone. He has Lexi and Zach and Damon. His lack of a relationship with Damon is by choice. A good thing they introduce Damon at this time because I feel Stefan's journal is true to Damon but not to him. Had they introduced Stefan first, I would've confronted the writers about it.

Damon kills a couple driving after a music concert, and these two kills are premeditated. He had a choice, and he chose to kill them. For those that don't know the difference between Katherine and Sage, trust this is Katherine's impact on Damon. A mention to his fog, but not the only comment that gets me. "We already have a James Blunt. One's all we need." There's more than one Salvatore and more than one doppelganger, so this is a nice line to introduce with lol. Damon has all of his humanity, just thought I'd be clear about that up front.

"I shouldn't have come home. I know the risk. But I had no choice. I have to know her." What I consider the most selfish thing in the entire series, and it's all Stefan. He claimed to have no choice, but he had every choice. Never mind what Elena wants or needs, it's all about him. The very reason I agree with Cade. In his desire to know her, Stefan would've had to see her prior to the pilot to know she exists. So either they met before, or he simply saw Elena and started stalking her.

Dear diary, today will be different. It has to be. I will smile, and it will be believable. My smile will say "I'm fine, thank you." "Yes, I feel much better." I will no longer be the sad little girl who lost her parents. I will start fresh, be someone new. It's the only way I'll make it through.

A lot of references to Elena being sad, thus, making it clear to me that Stefan is preying on an emotionally vulnerable girl that just lost both her parents. Elena's morning coffee is the first technical scene she has with Damon. The couple he just killed are displayed on the tv over her shoulder. Bonnie is the friend driving her to school, which makes it clear to me that they're closer than either one are with Caroline. Elena's mind is in the cemetery where her parents are buried. I can't even begin to describe what the death of a parent does, but I can guarantee she's darker because of it.

Damon slams his crow into Bonnie's windshield, all-knowing that she's the only one who survived the accident with her parents. I believe he wants her to stay home from school. "It's okay. I'm fine. Really, I can't be freaked out by cars for the rest of my life." Bonnie gives Elena a false prediction to bring up her mood. Elena waves to Matt as they reach their lockers. She broke up with him, claiming she needed time when it's over-over. Her comment to Caroline is every bit what she wrote about in her opening diary entry. She's lying to her and Caroline is accepting it as truth. Tyler and Jeremy insult each other, and while I feel it excusable for Jeremy because he just lost his parents, I consider Tyler an ass because he knows that Jeremy just lost his parents.

"It's a hot back." Good thing Stefan has a hot back. Elena will see a lot of it given how much he walks away. He compels the secretary to get him in classes just in time to stalk Elena. He doesn't just want to know her, he's entering her life in such a way that he'll become part of her entire high school experience. "I'm sensing Seattle, and he plays the guitar." Bonnie has it right. They show his guitar in 3x1. Elena is acting as parent to Jeremy, which is weird to me. Everyone mourns differently. That's really the only fault I have with Elena in this episode. Jeremy will mourn as he mourns. It's clear that Bonnie and Caroline are both attracted to Stefan. Why they never went there with Bonnie and Stefan is beyond me. Elena is attracted to a vampire that stalked her, forced himself into her life, and is now sitting in her classroom whilst pretending to be human. And Stefan thinks this is exactly what she needs.

She's off to the cemetery to visit her parents and write in her diary. This is how she chooses to mourn. I love the soundtrack as the lyrics make it clear that she's looking for a home. That's what "a place to rest my head" means. She has no home without her parents. Damon tries to scare her out of the cemetery with his crow, but it's not enough. He brings in the fog to add to it, then puts on a show with his crow. His actions in this episode make it clear to me that he doesn't want Stefan in her life. First with school. Now with the cemetery. The way he hides behind the angel statue… that's what living in the shadows looks like. "I'm visiting. I have family here." Stefan's family is Damon's family. I can pretty much guarantee that Damon was in the cemetery first, and I do believe he's at their mother's grave. Elena's comments to Stefan should be considered even into the second episode because Damon is honest with both Stefan and Elena. From the cemetery with Stefan to the party with Bonnie's bottle reading to the end scene between brothers, then into the second episode with Delena. I'll explain as I reach each scene.

To be clear, I view omissions as lies, so I'll be counting Stefan's lies as I go along. "Oh. Um, It's a family ring, yeah. I'm kinda stuck with it. It's weird, huh?" Stefan being human is his first lie. His daylight ring is his 2nd. Purposeful though. Stefan vamps out when he sees the blood dripping down her ankle and disappears. This is his 3rd lie. Despite the fact that he admits not being able to resist Elena in his next journal entry, he continues to be in her life. In continuing to be in her life, he's choosing to put her at risk with his ripper side. Caroline is stalking Stefan and already planning their June wedding. Talk about shallow. But I do find it hilarious that his favorite color is blue and Damon dances with her in 1x19. Zach being Stefan's uncle is his 4th and 5th lie as he repeats it. Why they moved around a lot being his 6th lie.

Elena dropped her diary when she ran through the cemetery. Rather than give it back to her at school, Stefan uses it to stalk her and try to get invited into her house. Blood making him squeamish, 7th lie. How he knew where she lived is his 8th lie. He's been stalking her, so of course he knows where she lives. "Yeah, if I don't write it down, I forget it. Memories are too important." Says the guy who begs Rebekah to compel him of his entire relationship with Elena in season 4. "Well, I wouldn't want anyone to read mine." The most honest thing he's said so far. I believe he's lying about reading her diary. I believe he did. I'll mention why when I get to it. If Stefan weren't hot, Elena would be reporting him to Liz by now, talking about how this kid is stalking her. Instead, she's welcoming him, and he actually tries to get into her house the first day they meet. Completely insane to me. His shift is his 9th lie. He doesn't want her questioning why he didn't come into her house. "Her mom and dad died. How do you think? She's putting on a good face, but it's only been four months." Bonnie truly sees Elena. She doesn't buy the lies like Caroline does. Elena in this episode reminds me of a quote from Hannibal. "False faces in family portraits. Layers and layers of lies, betrayed by a sad glint in the child’s eyes." Bonnie is also loyal as hell, lying to Matt on Elena's behalf in telling him to give it more time when she knows it's over between them. I mentioned this on a post regarding Elena's ship shift from Stefan to Damon. The only difference between her stringing Stefan along and her stringing Matt along... she does it as a single girl with Matt. So while Elena waits until 4x6 to end things with Stefan, I can guarantee she broke up with Matt as soon as she could, and used the excuse that she needed time to mourn her parents. I can actually feel Bonnie's 3x22 flashback phone call with Elena in this scene, so I can literally feel Delena in this scene as Stelena walks in. "My parents passed away." While pretending to be human, Stefan uses the death of his parents to connect with Elena. In her believing he's only 17 would also believe he lost his parents in the past 17 years, not 145 years ago. This is gross af to me. He makes it clear that he'll only go to the party if she's going. As Stefan changes his shirt, Zach brings in the newspaper of the dead couple.

Zach is only solidifying what Stefan said at the open of the episode. He knew the risks coming home, and he basically said screw it. "And you being here, it's just going to stir things up." Stefan being there is stirring up Damon because he wanted Elena to get everything she's looking for, and he sees that his ripper brother forced himself into her life. Katherine's photo in Stefan's journal represents the human side of her, that's why he kept it. "I look at you and I see an angel." He's replacing one angel for another. One false human for a real one. He's falling in love with human Katherine all over again, knowing that Elena will make him feel human. An extreme desire for the brother that lives one human life after another - to feel human while living it. Elena is his sense of belonging. "Where do I belong?" The chosen soundtrack only supports this fact. Making a deal with God to trade the demon for the angel. "Your face. It was like a demon." They show this photo of Katherine before cutting to Elena on her second day back to school.

Mr. Tanner is discussing The Battle of Willow Creek. This involves the... 27 vampires in the tomb under Fell's Church. He insults both Bonnie and Matt. It's not until he digs into Elena that Stefan speaks up. He already had the answer, but purposefully waited to give it. Nothing like Stefan hating his vampirism only to use it to impress Elena. Stefan would know nothing of those 27 lives if not for being there and being a vampire. He then insults Mr. Tanner in front of the entire class, which basically supports the disrespect of an authority figure, and completely embarrasses him in the process of it. That's something Stefan could've done without being such a dick about it. The scene was purely meant to impress Elena. That's why it was for Elena. Mr. Tanner can attack anyone but her. Just as insane to me that Stefan feels the need to pipe up as if Elena needs to be verbally defended. Stefan shouldn't know more than the teacher does, so yeah... his vampirism is showing. At the party, intrudes on Elena's conversation with Bonnie. Every reason why I believe he read her diary before he gave it to her. Again, hates his vampirism, but has no problem using it to his advantage. That's why I respect Matt's comment to Elena later in the series. He can't hate what they are and use them to his advantage, so he refuses the healing powers of vampire blood. Stefan is using his vampirism to eavesdrop. I love the soundtrack for their party scene. "That was weird. When I touched you, I saw a crow. A crow. There was fog, a man." Bonnie's crystal ball reading should've freaked Elena out because she knows about the fog and the crow at the cemetery. She also asked Stefan if he was following her. Bonnie is referring to Damon because she already knows what Stefan looks like.

It's disgusting to me how Elena opens up to him about the death of her parents, and he listens to her as if he knew nothing about it. I don't know how to explain it, but… some things are more meaningful when they're real. The sharing of feelings, most certainly. Stefan makes it clear that he knows of her sadness, so he openly admits to knowing she's vulnerable and he actually feels this is the best time to date her? Insane. He's basically like, "Hey, you won't be sad forever. I'm here." Not at all healthy. Stefan already knowing her parents died is his 10th lie. "Wow. Vicki Donovan says no. That's a first." Tyler basically referring to her as a slut. Vicki is extremely damaged. She's opting to date Tyler rather than Jeremy even though Jeremy has actual respect for her. This coupled with her drug use leads me to believe she suffers more than Matt in having absent parents. Elena talks to Stefan about Matt. While I do believe she lost her virginity to Matt, I don't believe she fell in love with him. I honestly believe Stefan is her first love. He vamps out again while talking to her and takes off to grab them a drink, which I consider his 11th lie. Again, he continues to be in her life. In continuing to be in her life, he's choosing to put her at risk with his ripper side.

Vicki walks herself into a cloud of Damon fog, which I love. "That's okay, Elena. You do what you have to do. I just want to let you know that I still believe in us. And I'm not giving up on that." This is Stefan in season 4, only he uses the sire bond as an excuse. Unlike Matt and Damon loving her enough to let her go, Stefan willfully puts Elena and her loved ones at risk because he refuses to. Stefan tries to get Caroline to back off by referring to how drunk she is. Because it's not enough, he tells her they're not gonna happen. One of the worst rejections I've ever seen, and he rejects her simply because she doesn't look like Katherine. Elena has no idea that she's the fresh meat. And I mean this literally. Katherine is 500 years old, and Stefan actually feeds on Elena. "Trust me, you're not going to want to witness this." It's sad to know that Elena is blind to the reality that it's the other way around. Stefan won't allow her to witness him. The point Damon makes as she and Jeremy stumble upon Vicki in the woods. From school to the cemetery to the party. I feel this act is due to Damon's inability to stop Stefan from being in Elena's life. Only a vampire who wants to get caught would take someone from a party, rip into their neck, then leave without compelling them to forget, and leave them in a place where they'd be found by someone attending the same party. Damon has been hiding in the shadows, so anyone who knows the truth about vampires would first suspect Stefan of being one because he's the only person new to town. If Elena knew about vampires, she'd already suspect Stefan. Because she doesn't, she will soon enough. Damon makes it clear through his own actions that if he can't stop Stefan from being in her life, then he's going to make sure she knows their truth.

There's a moment, a single flashing moment that I swear Matt stares at Stefan and suspects him of being a vampire. I do believe he's the kind of person that would be open to the idea that vampires exist. Stefan rushes home and into his room to greet Damon's crow. "Hello, brother." I consider this very moment the beginning of the series. Not Stefan's journal voiceover, not his first day at school, not his time at the party. This very moment right here. The writers didn't have me until Damon entered like a badass. He's every bit what a vampire show should look like. No, the crow isn't a bit much. "Wait till you see what I can do with the fog." Damon's reply is his way of informing Stefan that he was at the cemetery. Stefan wants to know when he got home because he wants to know if Damon knows about his life with Elena. Damon saying he couldn't miss Stefan's first day of school is a reference to slamming his crow into Bonnie's car. He's literally admitting his actions. It's insane to me how Stefan makes it seem like Damon doesn't belong there. If Stefan doesn't have to explain himself to Zach, then Damon doesn't have to explain himself to Stefan. "Ah. That can be a problem… for you." Damon makes it clear that he's not afraid of letting others know he's a vampire, but knows it'll be a problem for Stefan as he is pretending to be human with Elena. Again, Stefan asks Damon why he's there as if he has right over when Damon can or can't go home. As if Damon has to explain himself. That's why Damon responds the way he does. "I could ask you the same question." They're equals. If Stefan has the right to question why Damon is there, Damon has the right to question why Stefan is there. "However, I'm fairly certain your answer can be summed up all into one little word… Elena." Damon letting Stefan know that he knows about his life with Elena lol. The camera pans across an animal control van as the town sells Damon biting Vicki as another animal attack. If Stefan truly cared about anyone in this town, he'd already be leaving for the sake of getting Damon to leave. Instead, he gives Damon reason to stay. "Elena, there's no way I'm psychic. I know that. But whatever I saw, or I think I saw, I have this feeling… that it's just the beginning." Bonnie is referring to Damon, to the bottle reading she gave Elena at the party. From what I've seen in the show, most of Bonnie's predictions land on Damon. She actually has to "near touch" Stefan to feel him. Damon takes Elena's breath away through Bonnie, then they cut scene to Damon's comment. "She took my breath away. Elena. She's a dead ringer for Katherine." He's referring to their 3x22 flashback, and she does take his breath away in that scene. As I said of Stefan, the same can be said for Damon. In her taking his breath away, he had to meet her or see her prior to the pilot, prior to the moment he slammed his crow into Bonnie's car.

Damon standing in front of what could pass off as a tree of life. "Is it working, Stefan? Being around her, being in her world? Does it make you feel alive?" Damon basically asking if it makes him feel human. He teases this way, having no idea he's gonna fall in love with her for that reason. The difference between the two brothers is made clear early on. Stefan lives as a human, so he stalked Elena and entered her life with the knowing that she'd make him feel this way. So Stefan very much expected and planned to fall in love with her. Damon lives as a vampire. He wouldn't plan to fall for a human he'd otherwise want to eat. But he'll fall in love with Elena for the same reason. Delena is unplanned, organic. Just Google organic relationships if you don't know what I mean. It's one of many reasons I prefer Delena over Stelena. "Well, let's hope not. We both know how that ended." This is what had me certain of Delena by the end of 2x1. It's because Damon was at both places when Stefan vamped out with Elena that I feel he starts pushing the issue about Stefan's diet. I think he's extremely bothered by the fact that Stefan continues to be in Elena's life despite the risk he poses to her. He even goes so far as to smack him around for the sake of making him vamp out, which I feel is the very point. So yes, I believe this is his way of saying why wait for the inevitable, why not feed on Elena now. I chose to put this collage together to show what I mean because Damon was actually there. He's probably feel as I feel. Stefan can't resist her, yet chooses to continue being in her life, so he's willfully putting her at risk.

That whole toss out the window is hilarious af. Exactly what I expect of siblings lol

"But wherever you go, people die." "That's a given."

Damon is being honest. It's a given because he's a vampire. Stefan's response is hilariously controlling and ignorant.

"Not here. I won't allow it." "I take that as an invitation."

The audacity of Stefan astounds me. Not only that he believes he can control what Damon does or doesn't do and where, but that he believes he has the right to control what Damon does or doesn't do and where. If Stefan feels he has the right to stop Damon from acting a vampire in Mystic Falls, then Damon should feel he has the right to stop Stefan from acting human in Mystic Falls. It's insane to me how much Stefan tries to dictate Damon's life. Damon is a natural born rebel, so when someone tells him what he won't do, he'll take it as an invitation to do exactly that. That's how much Stefan dictates his life lol. Damon took Stefan's ring, which is hilarious to me. He should've held onto it, given how hard it would be for Stefan to play human with Elena at that point. But it appears Damon is a fair play kind of person. "You should know better than to think you're stronger than me. You lost that fight when you stopped feeding on people. I wouldn't try it again." Obvious from this comment alone that Stefan is the stronger brother, but only stronger on human blood because Damon is on human blood.

"I've seen you in the cemetery writing in your diary. Is that - is that supposed to be you moving on?" Elena still parenting Jeremy, and his comment to her is the very reason I consider this a fault of hers. She shouldn't try to stop Jeremy from mourning how he mourns. Everyone mourns differently. Caroline is at the Grill, talking to Bonnie. She's drunk and dealing with Stefan's rejection. Rather than confront him and ask why, she's blaming herself, her own faults. While I feel it's great that Caroline recognizes her faults, it's pretty shitty of Stefan to reject her in such a way. That kind of approach is enough for a girl to question her self-worth, and all because she doesn't look like Katherine.

"It's not a competition, Caroline." "Yeah, it is."

Still one of the first things that made me hate Caroline. She feels the need to compete with her best friend, and four months after Elena lost both her parents. Never mind the fact that she's faking a smile, pretending to be okay. As much as I hate Stefan, I hate Caroline more for the fact that while Stefan is trying to bring some happiness into Elena's life, Caroline wants to compete with her while she's needing that happiness in her life. Caroline is not the type of girl I'd be friends with.

Just as Damon wanted, Vicki informs Matt that she was bitten by a vampire. Again with Stefan and Katherine's photo. They cut from Katherine to Elena because he's trading one for the other. The vampire for the human. Clear by the look in his eyes that he was crying. Their end scenes basically make it clear that Damon is the bad brother, Stefan is the good brother, and that's how the audience is meant to view them. It's because Stefan is still in Elena's life that Damon gets his hooks into Caroline at the Grill, he's that desperate for Elena to know their truth. And yes, I do believe it has to do with him wanting her to get everything she's looking for. He has to make sure that a vampire is what she's looking for.

Elena unknowingly and unwittingly invited the Ripper of Monterey into her home, which isn't just an issue to her physical safety. I actually consider it a complete disrespect on a spiritual level. Not only that he denied her the choice to date or not date a vampire, but denied her the choice to invite or not invite one into her home. All of this because he can't stand being alone. Selfish doesn't even begin to describe it. Stefan lied his way into Elena's life, into her home, and into her heart. That's why I already consider her his victim.

Damon cross-connects. It's through Stefan's mention of the brother he doesn't talk to that Stefan, Damon, and Elena are a triangle. They don't become a "love" triangle until Damon falls in love with Elena.

One final note: While Stefan knows that Damon met Elena, he has no idea that Damon and Elena met first. It's my belief that he never comes to know this about them.

[chocolatte-and-despair]

Nightmare Mangle

* Nightmare Mangle is a controlling yandere. They try to be very sweet to you, but their instincts often take over and they use their scary appearance into being too scared to leave their side. They know it's wrong, but how will they know you are being good otherwise? * If you would reject nightmare Mangle, they would make sure to scare you to death. They want to have you and if they can't have you alive, they will have you dead.

Wither Freddy

* Wither Freddy would be a very manipulative yandere. No matter how much you try to run away from him or become someone that he hates, he will always force you to come back to him and you know that. * If you would reject Wither Freddy, he would make sure that you wouldn't have a tongue anymore to give him such unpleasant replies. He loves you and hopes you will learn your lesson.

Wither Foxy

* Wither foxy would be a stalker yandere. From the moment that he had seen you, he had been stalking you. He is just waiting for the right time to attack you and take you away from everyone else, or kill you and have you see only him before you die. * If you would reject Wither Foxy, the kidnapping plan would go out of the window, and the killing plan would become exactly what he goes through with.

Wither Bonnie

* wither bonnie is a dependent yandere. Since he has been broken to no return, he has been alone, but when you came and loved him for who he is, he knew that you were perfect, especially for him, so he doesn't want to lose you, nor is he planning to lose you. * If you would reject Wither Bonnie, he would try and kill every other animatronic. I mean, if you don't have any more options, then you will have no choice but to look at him alone, yes?

Wither chica

* Wither chica is a controlling yandere. She can be pretty sweet, but more times than not, she will be quiet and will make sure that every move that you do will be under heavy surveillance. She wouldn't want you to mess up and her to not know. * If you would reject Wither Chica, she would make sure to give you a good enough punishment, so you understand what happens when you reject someone like her.

Freddy

* Freddy is a manipulative yandere. He comes off as very helpful and sweet, but because of the trust that he has in you, he makes sure that he would push you into the right direction to become the perfect lover for him without anyone getting in the way. * If you would reject Freddy, he would most likely make you believe that you are not worthy of anyone else, so it's best if you just accept his love and get it over with.

[nightwingshero]

HELLO LOVE. How does "Don't fucking touch what is not yours?" for Dahlia/Alfie and "Behave" + "Why don't you come over here and make me?" for Wren/John sound? 💕

That sounds fucking fantastic! Whew, here we go!!! This is gonna be a long one, my friend! And listen...I’m just gonna say this now...I don’t know what happened...it just happened. So...I’m gonna post this...and then run and hide. Right? Right. 

He was new. That’s the excuse I use. He was younger, somewhat naive, but also very full of himself, which most men were. I honestly could never bring myself to remember his damn name. But Alfie had been so swept up in something on the side, that he hadn’t noticed we even had a new baker. I had taken it upon myself so show him the ropes, to explain the rules, just not as...enthusiastically as Alfie had so long ago. We’re bakers, it’s called bread, and no Jewish women. I had covered all the bases, and he seemed rather fine with all of it. I had believed it would be easy. That he wouldn’t give any problems. And at first, I had been right.

But things started to change. He would greet me every morning, which didn’t seem like such a big deal until I began to notice him going out of his way to do so. Then the small treats began to show on my desk, until he would hand them to me personally. It wasn’t as if he were...being rude or uncalled for, it just...accepting them felt wrong to me, and it didn’t go unnoticed that whenever he would do these things, Alfie was nowhere insight. It only added to the odd feeling I had. Then there had been flowers on my desk, and Alfie had seen it. He didn’t say anything, just eyed them all confused, making a face. But he walked away without ever mentioning it again.

But when Ollie had told me that I needed to come in with him to do a special order, I was perturbed. I pushed back for the first time, even though it was subtle. I didn’t want to indirectly raise concern or catch Alfie’s attention for this. He would dig and ask questions until I told him why I was so bloody against it. And when it came down to the fact that the majority of the community had important things to do, it left just a handful of us left available. So...I yielded. 

“I think that’s the last of it, yeah?” he asked, throwing me a look for validation. I gave him a sharp nod in return. 

“Yeah, that about does it, I think.” I replied, double checking to make sure. He threw me a dimpled smile, which I couldn’t help but return. It’s hesitant because I know that, by now, we’re alone. The rest of the men took off the second they could to enjoy whatever was left of their Saturday. I had nowhere to be, I was in no rush. But I was now regretting it with the way he was coming closer. 

“Is it true?” he asked, fidgeting with his hat as he stood before me. “That you don’t have anyone? That’s what I’ve heard.”

My eyes widen at his abruptness, caught off guard because I hadn’t pegged him as the type. “Yes, I suppose.”

“Yeah.” he laughed to himself while glancing down. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

“Oh.” I’m unsure, so I grip a barrel next to me. I don’t know if it’s to keep my balance or to anchor myself to reality. My heart is pounding. “Right. Listen, I don’t think that’s the best--”

“I know who you are.” he shot me a look, his brown eyes full of determination and I almost admired him for it. This was dangerous. Very dangerous. “I know you’re a Shelby. I’m not scared of your family, Dahlia. In fact, I plan to earn their trust and respect.”

My name rolling off his tongue hits me differently. I was mostly addressed as Ms. Strong, rarely by my first name. It was Ollie that would slip it here and there, and I always hated how it always made Alfie throw us a look when he heard it. There was a fear that it perhaps broke a rule of Alfie’s that I wasn’t aware of. 

He takes another step forward and I step back, hitting a wooden pillar behind me. I’ve walked myself into a corner, between him, a pillar and a fucking barrel of rum. The curses on my tongue don’t get past my lips, however, and I study him. He smells of mint and cologne, his face clean shaven with his hair combed back. Before, I would have considered him handsome, but...I don’t. And it frustrates me because I know why.

Dark eyes instead of light, no beard, his voice and the way he talks, clear and controlled. It’s in this moment that I realize that Alfie Solomons has ruined me and the only thing we’ve ever done is share a bottle of whiskey for business. It angers me, that I find this man unattractive because I want something that I shouldn’t. It’s then that my pride takes over. Why shouldn’t I enjoy myself? Why not allow this man to show me a fun time? What was Alfie’s business with knowing what I did in my free time?

“I’ve seen you perform before. All dressed up in feathers and pearls.” His hand brushes my face before cradling it, his thumb barely touching my bottom lip, and my spine straightens. I don’t like it. I don’t like it at all. It felt...disgusting, with those words falling from his tongue. 

“I don’t do that anymore.” I replied, ice subtly entering my tone.

His hand is smoother than I imagine Alfie’s and I don’t ever want this man to touch me again. All delusions of losing myself in him to forget Alfie is out the window, and I’m a fool for thinking it in the first place. “I’d like to see it again.”

“I don’t do that anymore.” I replied, ice subtly entering my tone.

“Right...Mmm, I think that’s enough, yeah?”

I inhale sharply, jerking my head at the sound of his voice, and the hand is retreated with a scowl on the baker’s face before throwing Alfie a smile. “Mr. Solomons. Didn’t think you’d be joining us today.”

“Yeah, well, it’s my bakery, innit?” he asked, but it didn’t really seem like a question and I had a feeling he was referring to something else entirely. “And that’s the thing, right, about ownership, yeah. When you own somethin’, you check up on it, make sure its being taken care of.” Alfie stalks forward, and my heart beats harder with each step as he glowers at the man before him. I can see him swallow, nervous. He should be. “You know what happens when you don’t take care of something that’s yours?”

“What?” he whispers. 

Alfie cleared his throat, tucking his cane under his arm as he holds up his hands, talking with them like he always does. “It falls apart, mate, it just...crumbles, right? You gotta...you take pride in the things you own, the things that belong to you. And well, when you have nice things, beautiful, shiny things well...” He raised his head, catching his gaze head on. “Well, people like to touch them, don’t they?”

My breath leaves me entirely as my chest tightens and it becomes very clear that he’s no longer referring to the bakery and my thighs press together tightly as a shiver runs up my spine.

“Sometimes...well, you can’t always tell, can you?” the man sneered. “Who is to say it belongs to anyone? Is there proof of purchase?”

And that, right there, is the wrong thing to say because I’m immediately offended. I snap my gaze at him, my blood pressure rising and I’m ready to cut his tongue out. Alfie nodded thoughtfully.

“Hmm, right, yeah you won’t get that, mate.” Alfie moved so he was towering over him, his dark gaze worse than the night he had talked down to Buddy after he joked about the difference between bread and rum. I’m almost scared for the man, but he has none of it. “Because she’s not paid for, is she? No. Does this look like a stage to you? No, no. This is a bakery, and the exit, is on Bonnie Street.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes and went to walk away, but Alfie punched him hard, and before he could fall back, Alfie gripped his shirt as he pointed in his face. “My bakery, my people, my rules. I trust Dahlia did a good job going over that with yah, but I’m guessing she left a little somethin’ out, yeah? You don’t fucking touch her. She’s off fucking limits.” Alfie leaned in just a tad closer, and even from here, I could feel the fear of God. “Don’t fucking touch what’s not yours. Right?”

He nodded, thoroughly terrified. Scrambling away, he practically runs to the exit. I release a breath I hadn’t realized I had been holding. My hands are shaking as I try to process what had just happened or what could have happened. I had let myself get swept up in it...I swallow, trying to push the thoughts aside.

“Alfie--” I start, taking just a step forward, but he’s faster than I expect, and his cane is on my chest, pushing me back against the pillar. I exhale heavily as his attention shifts fully on me, and I become the victim of his heated gaze. Except I’m not scared. I’m thrilled. The emotions I had felt earlier was nothing in comparison, and I’m a fool for ever thinking differently. 

“Is that the cunt who left you flowers? The one that’s been givin’ you all the attention, eh?” I frowned at him, unsure how to respond, but he continues as if he read my mind. “Yeah, no, I knew. Ollie...sees a lot, doesn’t he?” The end of the cane travels down between my breasts and stops again. I bite my lip to keep the whimper from escaping. “You didn’t tell him not to touch you, right, and that’s what he did, didn’t he?”

“You said no Jewish women--”

“I said you.” He pressed harder and my heart pounded harder as my breathing became heavier and heavier. “Right. Yeah, I said you.”

My sexual frustration turns into anger, and I do the only thing I can: lash out. “Well, maybe I just wanted to be kissed, Alfie.” I snapped. “Maybe I want to be touched.”

The cane drops as he furrows his brow and a deep frown appears as he steps into my space. I have to tilt my head back to meet his gaze, and he’s so close, I can feel the heat from his body. Breathing in, I can smell the oak, a hint of spice, and just...him. I feel the urge to press my face against his neck, desperate for my lips to meet his skin. 

“Mmm...you want him to touch you?” his deep voice is barely above a whisper, but it shakes me. 

“No.” I replied softly. “No, I don’t like it when he touches me.”

“But that’s it, right, just a kiss and a touch?” Alfie asked, his hand coming up as his ringed fingers play with the ends of my hair. 

“No.”

I can tell he’s trying to figure me out, and my heart squeezes in fear as he pulls away, scratching his beard. “Then what do you want, Dahlia?”

“Proof of purchase, Alfie.” I play innocent, even though I know for a fact that it doesn’t fool him. He can see it in my eyes, or at least, I’m hoping he does. “I think that’s important, don’t you? Don’t you have to show something belongs to you?”

His hand is around my neck, pressing me into the pillar, not unlike the night I had confronted him about Arthur after he got him arrested. I remember it clearly: the clawing, the angry tears pouring down, all of it. The difference lies in the way his hand feels like a caress despite the pressure, but I know he can feel my pulse and I almost let out a moan at just the feel of him.

Leaning in even closer, his hot breath fans my face and I can feel is body closer than ever, lightly brushing mine. “And what if I touch you, yeah?”

Our eyes are burning as we study each other, and I am on fire. I didn’t realize how bad I wanted this until now. “What if you didn’t stop?” I asked, and I knew I should have been mortified, but I can’t keep the words from coming out. “I want you to touch me. Is that wrong? That I want you to kiss me, and I think about it often when I watch you.” I pull my face forward, and he allows me and I whisper more to him. “Is it wrong that I imagine you, Alfie? Imagine how you’d feel? How you’d feel between my legs...is that your proof of purchase? Fleeting fantasies? What if you fucked me, Mr. Solomons?" If he’s shocked he doesn’t show, but I continue, my voice becoming more heated. “Perhaps you should know that I don’t care for his touch, because I’m too preoccupied with craving yours.”

I’m pushed back into place again, his hand still around my neck, and I moan, pressing my thighs together before his lips are against mine. My fingers are relentless as I go for his pants. It’s forward of me, but I’m practically dripping for him. All this back and forth, the wanting and craving. I needed him now. 

And he was on the same page. The dress is shoved up just as I undo his pants, and his hand is gone from my neck and he grabs the back of my thighs to hoist me up, causing me to squeal. “Fucking you, yeah?” he grunted before entering me without warning, causing me to gasp loudly and tighten my hold on his shoulders.. “Fucking hell.”

Validating. That’s what it felt like, but it wasn’t the most prominent sensation I was feeling with his hard thrusts. But it gave me a small sense of it, because Alfie is on his own time, but now, he’s moving so quickly I can’t help if maybe he was just as desperate. I’m screaming, moaning his name, begging for more, because I can’t get enough of him and the way he feels. It was better than I had ever imagined. 

It’s fast, a quick moment between us, both of us climaxing together his head buried in my neck and his name on my lips. Our heavy breathing is music to my ears, and I don’t want it to end. I want more and I know deep down that I always will. His lips brush my ear and I shiver.

“Proof. Right, no one touches what’s mine, yeah? Off fucking limits.”

“Oh fuck yes.” I breathed out. “As long as you keep touching me, darling, that won’t be a fucking problem.”

I was bored. I hated the meetings, though I would never admit it. I knew it was important, but on the days that Joseph didn’t need me, I constantly missed John. Especially when the right mood hit. And it was late, he should have been home an hour ago, but here I was, waiting for my husband. 

Becoming the Judge came with responsibilities, just like any other Herald, and I took them on seamlessly. Of course, that also meant that John had his own duties, and it was nights like this that almost made it unbearable. When all I wanted was to go to bed with John, he was being pulled away by his brother while I mindlessly scrolled through my phone. 

I paused, an idea occurring to me as a devious smirk graced my lips. Jumping up, I rush around, changing quickly and making sure my hair and makeup was still in decent condition from earlier today. Grabbing my phone, flipping the camera on, I snapped a pouty selfie, making sure to hide my outfit. Selecting his contact, I send the picture with a quick ‘miss you’ and waited for the response. It’s rather fast, and I’m not shocked, John has always been quick to respond to texts, despite Joseph and Jacob. 

Miss you too, beautiful.

My smirk widens even more. He didn’t suspect a thing. Getting up, I start to search for that gag gift Randy had gotten me for my birthday as I send him a reply asking how long he’s going to be. Rummaging through my closet, I finally find the selfie stick as John’s text comes through, telling me it’ll just be a little longer, 30 minutes tops. Which meant an hour in Joseph’s time, I knew them well enough. And if I had to suffer, waiting and wanting my husband, so would he. Eye for an eye, love. 

Attaching my phone, I set it up and lay down, positioning myself perfectly before taking the picture. Quickly, I check the picture just to make sure and excitement rages in my veins and a squeal releases from me. The black lacy lingerie hugs my curves beautifully, my dark hair a black halo of a fallen angel as my legs and breasts give just enough of a tease that I know would get a rise out of him.

Pun intended, of course. Ugh, Jane and Ro would be so proud of me in this moment.

I send it without a word, no innuendos or puns. Not even a warning. He doesn’t deserve it, I decide. Retribution has never felt so damn sweet and I’m on the verge of combustion from the sheer thrill of playing with fire. And his response is more swift than the first.

Behave.

It sends a shiver down my spine and I wish for nothing more than for him to be here to whisper it harshly in my ear. But he’s not, and he’s going to pay dearly for it. Angling myself, I shift so I’m laying on my stomach, my breasts pushed for an excellent cleavage shot with a strap falling off my shoulders. It’s suggestive enough to set him up for the fall. My devious smirk painted still on my face after I take the picture, shifting again to remove the thong. 

I take a deep breath, because I haven’t done this before, but I trust John. So I push my reservations to the side, and take the shot, my cheeks burning red. It’s foolish, because he has seen every inch of me, traced every bit of ink on my body with his tongue. But this felt...this was different. 

You want me to behave? I send with the first picture, setting up for the spike. And adding the last picture, I only hesitate for a second before typing: Why don’t you come over here and make me? I hit send before I chicken out.

Biting my thumbnail, I wait. And seconds turn to minutes. Once it hits the 20 minute mark, I’m deflated and embarrassed. I have to fight the urge to send him an apology, maybe it was too much. I toss my phone on the bed out of frustration and shame. Whatever. I grab my robe, putting it on as I grab the book on my nightstand and get settled for the night. My game over and pride wounded, I decided to just give up. Might as well relax and sleep while I still had a chance for a good night’s sleep.

I inhale deeply as I awaken suddenly, coming to just enough to be somewhat aware and for me to stretch, moaning as my muscles stretch sweetly and my joins pop satisfyingly as if I were a lazy cat. I must’ve fallen asleep while reading, and I’m cradling my head under my pillow as I lay face down. Part of me is wondering what happened to the book while I tossed around in my sleep, and another wants me to fix the robe that isn’t doing it’s job anymore, but as I began to lull myself back to sleep, I find myself caring less and less.

There’s a sound of someone shifting, their clothes hitting the ground with the sound of a belt buckle, and I realize that it was probably the bedroom door that had awoken me, alerting me of John’s return. I want to become snarky, sarcastic, or teasing. But I can’t bring myself to do so, even if there’s a nagging in the back of mind. I can’t grasp it in my groggy mind, but I do feel goosebumps because I can feel his gaze on me and the light on my nightstand is giving him just enough light to do so.

I stop myself from falling back asleep as I shiver again, finally noticing how much of my skin was exposed. Sleeping naked or falling asleep naked was something that happened, but the last I remembered, I had a pair of sweatpants on with a tank top. My legs were very much exposed and I look down on the ground on my side and freeze when I see a black thong laying innocently. I furrowed my brow in confusion for only a second before it hits me, and I reach my hand out from under my pillow just enough to feel my cold cell phone laying next to me.

Oh. OH.

My eyes widen, sleep long forgotten, but John had an advantage. I had given up the upper hand, I realize as the bed dips quickly. My mind tells me to move, but before my body can respond, his hand is in my hair, his body hovering over mine, and his lips on my ear.

“Hello, darling. Miss me?”

I whimper, my thighs pressing together hard, because his voice is low and dark, threatening just enough throw my body in a frenzy. I feel him tug away at the robe, pulling it from my body, and a shiver goes down my spine again, but it wasn’t from the chill. No, because I can feel his heat against me and god, did I crave it.

“I told you to behave. You didn’t listen.” John growled in my ear, his beard scratching my skin and I moan before smirking.

“Oh, sweetie, you like it when I don’t.” I taunt. “What’s wrong, Johnny? Saw something you liked?”

His other hand goes to my hip, and I help him get me on my knees, my legs shaking. Shifting, he uses his knee to knock my legs apart, and that alone has me melting. I gasp as his fingers rub against the apex of my thighs, a dark chuckle escaping.

“Tsk. You know I have to punish you for that, don’t you?”

I don’t respond, because I can’t. He’s made it impossible as he picks up speed and I’m a moaning mess against my pillow. My legs are shaking worse than before and I press into him, half expecting him to pull away, but he doesn’t. He adds pressure and I can hear his heavy breathing. I smile, because I know that the game didn’t end when he didn’t respond, no. It was won.

He slips two fingers in me without warning, making jump just a bit, and I know that was part of my punishment. John wasn’t going to be easy tonight. He pulled my hair, forcing my head back and my moans come out louder. He quickly removes his fingers before I could reach my climax, and instead lines himself before entering me and stretching me in the best way. 

His fingers are digging into my hips so hard, I’m also certain his nails pierced skin, but I don’t fucking care. I’m lost in his touch, his everything, and I cry his name as if he was God himself. And it takes almost no time to make me come undone, absolute bliss running through my veins as he shortly follows. 

Normally, we could go on for hours, but we’re both too worked up to make it last, and we’re both satisfied enough that we just enjoy the sounds of our breathing mixing with the chorus of the crickets outside, but there’s a hint of a smile on my lips as John finally pulls out, collapsing next to me before I lay my head on his chest. 

I won.

[chocolatte-and-despair]

Yandere FNAF Headcanons: Part 4

Pigpatch

Pigpatch is a self-sacrifice yandere. From the moment that he had met you, he knew that you were a good person. You were sweet to everyone and made everyone's shitty life a tad bit better with you around. It was no surprise that Pigpatch had fallen for you almost immediately. Thought, he had never pushed himself on you, seeing as he wanted you to be happy. Just watching you from afar is enough for him, seeing as he doesn't want to take your goodness from everyone else. The moment that a dangerous situation arose, without a second thought, Pigpatch choose to protect you instead of himself, getting horribly hurt, but he didn't care one little bit, as he asked if you were okay. From that moment, he always ended up like that.

BonBon

BonBon is a worshipper yandere. Everything about you is absolutely perfect for Bonbon. From the way you talk to the way you smile. Bonbon always finds himself watching you, blushing whenever you seem to be doing something. Whenever he is around you, you can bet that you will find him watching you. The moment that you reject Bonbon, he would be confused. He has been watching you all the time and you haven't been interested in anyone before, so why are you rejecting him? He doesn't understand what is the problem? Why aren't you accepting him!?

Rockstar Bonnie

Rockstar Bonnie is a worshipper yandere. Since the moment that he heard you playing, he couldn't believe how talented you are! At any second, he tries to listen to you and compliment your work. He really is your biggest fan and he hopes that you understand that. Whenever someone else tries to act like they care about you, Rockstar Bonnie gets angry with them. How dare they act like they care about you when they clearly don't care like he does. The moment that you would reject him, he would stay quiet. He was your biggest fan. He could really make you happy... He could give you everything that you want, why aren't you accepting him? Is there someone else..? There better not be... or he'll make them disappear.

Nightmare

Nightmare is a loneliness-inducing yandere. From the moment that he started to hunt you, he knew that the only way to keep you to himself was to make sure that you would always be alone. You didn't need other people. But making you scared of everyone and everything will make it easier to make you avoid everyone. The moment that you try to break away from him, Nightmare gets extremely angry, before locking you up. You wanted to try and run away from him? To who? Please, you have nobody left. And it's all your fault. So stop being so difficult.

Rockstar Foxy

Rockstar Foxy is a stalker yandere. Whenever he has a second he can spare, he will make sure that he will find you and watch you from afar. He knows that you are always busy, so, he doesn't really want to waste your time by actually trying to talk to you. He just wants you to be able to relax. When you would find out about him stalking you, he would probably act very apologetic, but he wouldn't really stop. He would say that he did, but he just became much better at it. Maybe you should have stayed quiet. At least, then you would have known when he was watching you.

Phantom Freddy

Phantom Freddy is a manipulative yandere. For a long time, he had acted like he is your guardian angel, and because of that, he has been telling you lies about what other people were saying about you, making you a not so much liked person, just like Phantom Freddy wanted. He wanted to keep you to himself and he can exactly that. When you figure out that he actually isn't a guardian angel, and would ask him to leave you alone, Phantom Freddy would really get angry, before threatening to hurt everyone you care about, if you try to leave. Trust me, he can and will do it. Don't try him.

Phantom Foxy

Phantom Foxy is an isolating yandere. Because of him not wanting to be alone, he always made sure that you would only spend time with him. Whenever you wouldn't, he would end up hurting the people that you were spending time with, causing you to get a nickname that you were cursed, making no one want to be near you. When you begged him to leave you alone, Phantom foxy would laugh before saying that he was never going to leave because he loved you more than anyone else and you needed to understand that.

Glamrock Freddy

Glamrock Freddy is a submissive yandere. He usually always takes control of the show, but from the moment that you came around, he felt safe and content with you. He did everything you told him to do. He always thought what you wanted him to think. He was the perfect person for you, doing and becoming whatever you wanted him to be. The moment that you started to move away from him, Glamrock Freddy would start getting more aggressive. You were his, so where the hell do you think you are going? Get back here before he hurts you!

Nightmare Bonnie

Nightmare Bonnie is an eliminating yandere. His first reaction to approaching someone who he is jealous of is killing them. If he is worried about something, he won't ask you about it. He will just do something about it. Sadly, that something usually ends up being killing someone. Nightmare Bonnie would probably kill you too if you try to leave him. He isn't willing to stand behind and let you leave and get with someone else. So, it's best if you just die if you aren't willing to be his.

Nedd Bear

Nedd Bear is a harmless yandere. He really does love you. Because of that, he tries his very best to become everything you want, just so you would be with him, but he never goes out of his way to hurt someone or hurt you when he doesn't get his way. He keeps all of those feelings inside of him. When you would reject Nedd Bear, he would get very sad but would agree that he won't try to pursue anymore. He might not be trying to pursue you anymore, but trust me when I say that he still keeps his eyes out for you and will make sure to try and push other romantic partners of yours away, without you knowing.

Bonnie

Bonnie is a wrong idea yandere. From the moment that you smiled at him, he believed that you liked him. Bonnie always had a nasty personality, that's why when someone as sweet as you actually showed him interest, it meant that you actually liked him, right? Why else would you do that? And please don't lie to him, he knows you like him. When you would keep insisting that you don't like him the way he likes you, Bonnie would start getting even angrier. Is someone else trying to take you from him? Because he doesn't mind getting rid of an obstacle to making you stop lying.

El Chip

El Chip is an obsessive yandere. The two of you were close friends and because of that, El Chip became obsessed with you before even his romantic feelings developed. After his romantic feelings started to develop, he realized that he had to use all of the info he had about you to make sure that you are happy with him. When you tell him you only see him as a friend, El Chip's obsession would only worsen. Before, he was obsessed because he was in love, and now, his obsession worsened because he couldn't have you.

Foxy

Foxy is a stalker yandere. Because of his tendencies, he always stalked the people that he was interested in. Be it a friend, or well, a crush. He was always left in the backstage, so, just to be able to watch someone he cared about, he needed to stalk them. It was the only thing that he found comfort in. If you would reject him, Foxy would get really angry with you. Why are you doing this to him too? Weren't you supposed to be different? You should care about him, but instead, you are acting like this! Stop right now, and actually give a shit about him... Or else, he will hurt you.

Springtrap

Springtrap is a manipulative yandere. Fear has always been the best motivator. He always knew that and he was going to make sure to use that to manipulate. If you would always be afraid, you couldn't think straight and would allow him to do whatever he wanted with you. That was absolutely perfect for him. The moment that someone would try to save you, Springtrap would torture them in front of you, using that as a teaching moment for you, to show what will happen to you if you ever try to run away from him again.

Scraptrap

Scraptrap is a dependant yandere. Because of his sorry state, he is always dependant on you to make him work well enough. It was always embarrassing for him to admit it, but he loved it when you took such good care of him... He always promised himself that he would return the favor one day. The way he decided to return the favor was by killing someone you found to be very close to you. Why? Because he was jealous. He was jealous of all of them trying to take you away.. Now that you only had him, you didn't need to worry about anything.

Funtime Freddy

Funtime Freddy is a projective yandere. You were always cute, and small, just like bonbon. Bonbon and Funtime Freddy are very close, that's why it was no surprise that he got attached to you almost immediately. And seeing as he was a robot, and couldn't exactly express his feelings right, he always came off as a little bit too strong on you. The moment that you would confront him about it, he would ask you if he did something wrong, and if that was the case, why you thought it was wrong. He isn't a human, and he doesn't have a ghost possessing him. He doesn't understand why something is upsetting you.

Nightmare Foxy

Nightmare Foxy is a stalker yandere. No matter where you go, he is there. He will find a way to be around you and watch you, sometimes just hiding in your closet and watching you from there. He knows that it's wrong, but does he really care? No. He wants you and he will make sure he will get you. After you tried to reject him, Nightmare Foxy would decide that if you couldn't tell him an answer that he liked, then you didn't need a tongue. He would make sure to rip it off and then ask you again. Hopefully, you will use your head for the right answer.. Wouldn't want to rip that off too, right?

Nightmare Fredbear

Nightmare Fredbear is a manipulative yandere. He knows all of your little quirks and he will make sure to use them well to get what he wants from you. A part of him feels sorry for the things he does to you, but that part isn't loud enough for him to actually stop. Just know that at some point he did have a coincidence. Just not anymore. If you tried to tell anyone about what he does to you, well, that person will end up in one of the empty suits, let me tell you that much. Don't try to search for help when you don't need help.

Nightmare Freddy

Nightmare Freddy is a fear-inducing yandere. Nightmare Freddy's perfect way to make you his is by making you scared. He uses his little freddies to stalk you and to always remind you that you are never alone. No matter the place or time, you will always find a small freddy watching you, signaling that you aren't alone. Sadly, if you would try to leave, he would just kill you. He doesn't believe you deserve living if you think you want to leave. You should know better than to try and want for something as stupid as freedom.

Funtime Foxy

Funtime Foxy is an obsessive yandere. From the moment that he met you, he knew you were perfect for him. You were just so funny and liked playing with him too! Honestly, he knew that you were his favorite person in the entire world. He also would always get jealous when someone else would try to talk to you, always getting pouty and trying to pull you away. If you would try to slowly turn Funtime Foxy down, he would just laugh and say that he will keep trying until you love him! He won't hurt you or anyone else, but he isn't going to really stop until you say yes and get together with him.