#STALKED

[svu-bracket]

playoffs (round 4)

descriptions under the cut

stalked -> when a perp is stalking her, elliot goes out of his way to pick up olivia for work. she says she wouldn't drive to queens to "save [his] ass." they share a singular glass of orange juice. it is episode 8.

look how great you turned out -> "half of my genes are drunk, the other half are violent and cruel." "look how great you turned out."🥲

[dr-xanders-diary]

Our beginning.. I love you..

From the very first time I ever saw you at that whos-it party, I knew I loved you. At first I just didn't know how I loved you. That detail would come later, but from the very first time I saw you, I knew, you were meant to be mine. You were meant for me. A perfect match. God himself couldn't have made us more perfect for each other. At the time, you just didn't know this.

God himself couldn't have made you more perfect. From the way you held yourself, the way you walked, spoke, your voice, your hair, down to the very fiber of your being. You, in all your perfection, standing there amidst the noise of everyday life, like an angel to calm a storm. In the very first moments of seeing you I knew, you'd change me. I would change for the better, I'd grow confident, sociable, I'd gain all the things that I had previously lacked. And that, that is when I decided in that very moment, to change the very course of both your life and my own life.

I took the first steps, I walked up to you, smiled and mustered all the charm that I could. Every romance book I had read, every detail of a loving relationship I had studied, and watched in envy, all came crashing within me and prepared me for this very moment and every moment to come. I was going to make you fall in love with me, I was going to become your prince charming, I was going to be your knight in shining armor. You didn't know it yet, but you would fall in love with me, and you would be deeply in love with me.. soon. Very soon.

In the moment, things went so quickly. I smiled, gestured a small wave with my hand, and reached out and gently took yours and said, "Hello, I'm ********** (X), you must be-.. sorry I don't think I quite caught your name-, or your number. I have a terrible memory do you mind reminding me". In that moment I could see you, your eyes gleamed, I'd never seen someone so perfect this close before. That moment changed my life, it changed me. By the end of the night we exchanged numbers and had spent several hours talking, I got to walk you out of the party and to your vehicle.

An handed down tan 1996 Toyota corolla, that your dad gave to you so you could get to work and home easily without having to worry about taking the train and bus. Which I learned upon looking into you.

You are smart, charismatic, kind, and so fucking gorgeous. The way your mind works, I could spend several hours listening to you and what you thought. You are everything I never thought I'd find in a person. Perfection, at least to me. I spent the next day checking and looking into every single detail I could find, about you; your past, your family, your history of dating, the schools you've attended in the past, your friends. Learning, studying, watching every video of you I could find, digging through thousands of pages of information of you I could get my hands on.

One thing I've learned, is you're very open about what you like; what you do, where you go, where you've been. I've learned your favorite to-go orders from your favorite restaurants' you have visited in the past. Places you've traveled and for how long, your therapists name, your doctors and the things you struggle with. You know.. you really should put your social media profiles on private. Someone dangerous could come across them and get the wrong idea of you. I need you to be smarter, safer than how you have been. The last thing we need, is someone coming along and finding out who you are, how special you are and taking you, away from me. With the amount of information about you, that you've shared online, I've learned what things you would like, and what things you wont. The algorithm I created for you, tediously curated to suit your tastes, will come in handy in order for me, to keep you happy.

As time went on, as we went on dates, on outings, I got to learn in depth, of the things you enjoy, we spent hours in libraries, museums, gardens, walking and hiking, going to new restaurants'; ones I recommended. I didn't think you'd be so into physical activities, but of course you are, you're perfect. I had a bit of catch up to do, to get into shape and gain the same stamina as you at first. But now I can outlast you tenfold, I can lift more than you much more easily, I can out run you, I can last longer than you running. I knew it, I knew you would make me a better person. I am better, because of you. I learned where you lived in the past, where you live now, plenty before you ever dare invite me over. I just had to know where you stayed, what you did when you were home, what you wore.. how you, pleasured yourself. So I could be the best person for you, so I can be the only person for you.

Of course the first time I ever went over, I didn't get to step inside on the account that I was only picking you up for a date. But later. While you worked, I took the liberty to go visit your ever so humble abode. I have to admit, you've quite the green thumb, darling. And your taste for interior design isn't bad at all, your apartment is-.. so very you. And you left me a present, leaving your recently worn night clothes out, half-hazardly hanging on the corner of your bed. What.. are you tempting me? Of course you are, and I just so happen to not be able to help myself; you'll probably blame your shirt missing on the dog. I took your night shirt in my left hand and brought it up to my nose. Inhaling your scent, still fresh. You smell so good. So fucking good, I can almost feel you here with me. I almost couldn't contain myself. 'Fuck. No. I can't disgrace your space like this' So, I stuffed most of that shirt in my pants pocket, the other part hanging out. Just for now, you'll never know it's missing and if you do.. well.

You know.. the inside of someone's home, or apartment is so telling, every detail you think doesn't matter. Well it says a lot about someone, and you, you're a clean person, a neat person, sophisticated. Like me. We are the same. Almost. But a good thing I learned, is that your dog is very friendly, he couldn't hurt a fly even if he wanted to. He's very sweet and loving, he's honest, and will think of me as a new friend by the time we 'officially' met.

I didn't mind playing the slow game, especially with what you've been through with your shit exes. I made sure to do things right, for you. For us, and finally it paid off. But you know, by the time you invited me over and showed me your favorite books, I already knew, I read them prior, for you.

You thought that I was smart, charismatic, and charming. So much so that, that night you invited me into not only your home, but your bed. Every touch against your skin, every kiss, every slow bite. Methodical, every rhythmic movement, careful and oh-. Your gasping, panting and moaning with every touch, every movement, just the way you like it. I knew that everything would come in handy, because I'd never seen you so pleasured. Especially when my lips wrapped around your- oh, and I trailed my tongue up along every crease and crevasse, teasing and swirled around your- oh. While I occupied my left hand to slowly apply pressure just above your pelvis, and glide my fingers in and out of your- ah mmn. And did you just-? How fast. But I know you're not done, I know that you can go again, that this is just the beginning of a well spent night.

We spent hours groaning, moaning, slow grinding and thrusting over and over, touching, grabbing and gripping onto each other until finally you couldn't go anymore. I made sure to wear you out well, to drain you of every orgasm in you. And I, well I had a great time making love to you in a way I hoped you could never forget. After, you had such shaky legs you could barely stand. I made sure you laid until you could walk, caring for you, making sure you went to the bathroom to pee, and drank water and had a snack. Before we laid and cuddled. You fell asleep in my arms as I spoke to you as calmly, comforting and loving as I could.

"That's okay, just feel the beat of my heart, the weight of my chest rising and falling against your own. Breathe in slow with me, inhaling and exhaling. You were wonderful. You made quite the mess~." "Ah yes, I did. I'm glad I was." "Yes. You did very good, amazing actually. You're such a good-" "You're really gorgeous, and your eyes shine like no other. They hold galaxies."

By morning we were officially dating, calling each other love, darling, honey. You were finally saying you were, mine. And that I was yours.

The long game does pay off.

This was just our beginning.. I love you.

And now you love me too, just like I said you would..

[whumpookies]

Home and away 2021, Tane is poisoned with insecticides..

[mairyonacross]

Me n who ? 🥹

[pink-alchemy]

[autobot2001]

In The Shadows

Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Halloween Rating: T Warning: Killing Pairing: None Description: Michael stalks his target before killing them.

Day 4 @augustofwhump: scream @augusnippets - path of hurt alt: stalked

Michael Myers watches his target walk down the street from the rooftop. He's been stalking this target for weeks. This target has nothing to get him closer to his sister, Laurie, but it interests him. He watches his target and chooses to walk down an alleyway—a perfect opportunity to scare his target. Michael slides down the ladder on the side of the building and walks down the alleyway. He chooses not to be quiet. "Hello?" Michael's target asks, hearing the footsteps, "who's there?" The person continues to walk down the alleyway, continuing to hear the footsteps, but they're moving faster. Suddenly the person is slammed into a eall. "Let me go!" The person demands. They can turn around to see who has a hold on them. Horrified seeing the mask. Michael smiles, seeing the fear on his target's face before he shows his target his knife. "No, please, no!" The person begs. They scream as Michael traces his knife down his target's throat. Adding to his pleasure in this kill. The kill is quick. The body is left bleeding in the alleyway as Michael disappears.

[jedi-lothwolf]

August snippets Day 1: Stalked (Alt Promt)

Fandom: Percy Jackson

Summary: Percy starts to realize something or someone is watching him when he's out with his mom getting ice cream.

    Percy knew he was being watched. He had gotten used to the uncomfortable feeling of eyes on him. However most of the time the feeling of being watched went away when he was outside of school or camp.

    Instead Percy was getting ice cream with his mom. The two had decided to go out after Percy had passed his first quarter at school. Blue ice cream sat in front of them.

    "Is everything okay, Percy?" Sally said. "You haven't had much of your ice cream."

    "Yeah. I'm okay." Percy lied. After everything he had gone through, some ice cream and time with him mom sounded perfect. As the two sat at their table, the teen settled in. While the feeling he was being watched stayed with him, the boy started to ignore it.

    It wasn't until Sally and Percy had finished their blue raspberry ice cream when the feeling started to bother him again. Sally seemed to realize something was wrong. She looked concerned as she watched their surroundings on the way home.

    "You feel it too, don't you?" Percy asked him mother.

    Sally nodded and stood a little closer to Percy. "Maybe it's a monster?"

    "I don't think so." Percy looked around and sighed. "Let's just go to the park."

    "Okay. I could call Chiron."

    "We'll be fine."

    The two walked to the park, never being able to rely. Once there, they talked about what was next. "Maybe it is a monster? I think I should look around."

    "Percy" Sally started, "We look together."

    "I can't put you in danger. Whoever or whatever is watching us, wants me."

    "We go together. I'll be okay. I faced the minotaur, remember?"

    "And almost got killed, remember?"

    "Percy."

    "Okay."

    The park was a beautiful place. Sally used to take Percy all the time. He had always shown an interest in the decorative water fountain in the middle as well as any drinking fountains that had been around.

    Walking around the park, Sally and Percy tried to find the source of their discomfort. For it being mid-day, there was no one around. The wind blew the  swings gently. "Not creepy at all." Percy said, looking at his mother.

    There was a quiet noise in the trees. Percy grabbed his pen and took a step closer to them. Standing right behind her son, Sally prepaid herself for whatever foe may be hidden in the pines and oak trees.

    Pulling the leaves back, Percy looked to see what was there. A squirrel ran out from the tree and went up another that wasn't too far from it. "You know, maybe we are just being paranoid."

    As the two turned to leave, they realized they weren't alone. Their feelings and been right.

"Hello Percy." Luke Castellan said. "You must be Sally Jackson." The man said as he motioned to Sally with his sword. "It's nice to meet you."

Taking a step back Percy pulled his mother with him. "Luke? How long have you been following me?" Uncapping Riptide, the half-blood placed it between his mother and Luke.

"A few days."

"A few days?!" Percy yelled surprised.

"Leave my son alone!" Ms. Jackson yelled sternly at Luke, putting a hand on Percy's shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I can't. You see, I need your son dead. So-"

"You'll have to get through me."

"Mom. Let me handle it."

Luke looked interested. "Sally Jackson fought a minotaur, I'm sure I'd be no challenge." He joked. Taking a step forward Percy pulled him back with the threat of his blade.

Both demigods knew it was time to fight. They readied their weapons. Percy stood in front of his mother, knowing he couldn't let Luke get close to his mom. Sally was one of the people who Percy loved most. She was his to protect.

As they fought the question of how Luke found him lingered in Percy's mind. "Let me get this straight, you've been following me for days now? Just like that? I never noticed you?"

"Yep. I thought you would be more observant. With everything that's happened, how could you not be?" Luke said as he swung his sword.

It only took one look at his mom for Percy to know why he hadn't realized Luke had been looming; his mother would keep him safe. "You want to know why?"

Luke was an all year camper. Percy never learned what happened to his mother but he knew that it was complicated. As much as he didn't want to, using his mother and his own might help get them out of the situation. After all, his mother was there. Percy couldn't let her get hurt.

"Why?"

"Because I trust my mom."

Luke paused. The words surprised him more the Percy thought they would. Using his hesitation, Percy slashed Luke's arm with his sword.

Jumping back, Luke almost dropped his sword. He looked at his arm, blood pouring from his wound. His eyes landed on Sally who had found a stick to hold, ready to fight if she had to. The man's breath was shaky. With his left arm, the demigod pulled his sword up. "Good for you." Attacking again, Luke swung his sword at Percy, aiming for his chest.

Moving, Percy drug his sword across Luke's side. With Luke behind Percy, Sally had the opportunity to slam her stick over his head, knocking him to the ground. After a moment, Luke sat up and looked around. Percy had a sword at his throat and Sally had her stick hovering menacingly near him.

Swinging Backbiter at the Jackson's feet, Luke stumbled to his feet. He knew he had to escape. Looking around, the man decided the trees would be the easiest place to disappear. Quickly placing his sword in it's sheath, Luke ran into the woods.

When Sally went to follow him, Percy stopped her. "We don't have to follow him. He'll get away anyway. I don't want you to be in anymore danger."

Sally nodded. "So, that was Luke?"

"Yeah." Percy sat down, breathing heavily.

"He seems a lot less though then how you described him."

"He was an all year camper. When I said I had you, it must have messed with him. Trust me, he's not fun to fight."

"Come on, let's go home. Do you want to stop by the candy store and pick up some blue jelly beans and watch a movie when we get home?" Sally helped her some off the ground. She smoothed out his hair and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Hell yeah."

[svu-bracket]

quarterfinals (round 8)

descriptions under the cut

stalked -> when a perp is stalking her, elliot goes out of his way to pick up olivia for work. she says she wouldn't drive to queens to "save [his] ass." they share a singular glass of orange juice. it is episode 8.

ohio diner -> Kill a Man while Holding Hands

[dr-xanders-diary]

Our beginning.. Loving you..2

Heavy breathing, panting, and groaning; small droplets of sweat, dripping down my temples, down my shoulders and chest. As the red light above the exit is gleaming onto my body, contouring every drop of sweat as it trails down my chest, and contours every curve of muscle. The thick smell of blood, oil, and the salty scent of sweat, all wafting through the hot humid air, as the fans above circulate it. The low humming sound of droning from the fans cutting through the quiet of the hot summer night. My eyes half lidded as I gaze down, brows furrowed in frustration, head lightly tilted to the side as my lips part with every panting breath. Step by step, slowly making my way ever so closer. "How very dare you". Chest heaving with every breath in exhaustion as I grip tighter onto a rusty metal crowbar in my right hand, letting it scrape against the concrete beneath me, only to swing it up over my shoulder. The crowbars weight feels heavy in my hand, I'm tired, it's been hours.. this game of cat and mouse.. "It's time to finish this.." My hair is parted in the middle as my bangs loom over my eyes, my gaze filled with hate, disgust, and rage.

I am so sick of this. All of this. It's taking too long.

Finally, there he is hiding behind the giant metal racks in the warehouse. I take slow quiet steps, closer and closer, lifting the crowbar just above my head, as he begins to slowly turn to look in my direction; he had felt my presence. Gripping tightly onto the crowbar with both hands now and-, swing. C-CRACK. Blood splattered onto my face; We had made almost made eye contact, that-, that would have been thrilling. I have discovered new, darker things lurk within me, that have been awaked, for a lack of better words. But I hope this wont scare you.

His body slumped down to the floor with a thud, his head and the crowbar hitting the ground last, the thud of his skull and metal clank against the concrete. Slowly, blood begins to pool from his shattered cranium, I gaze down at his now lifeless body, his eyes filled with a twisted fear, now glazing over as the life leaves his eyes. "Found you.." My words come out almost cold, and distant. He put up a good fight, a great fight even, but that's not what I am here for. I'm here because he tried to steal you, my darling. And he almost succeeded. I can't have that. I cannot lose you. I love you too much for that. You are mine. As I am yours.

Plus, I am in too deep now. There is no going back.

I reach down and grip the crowbar that's nestled into the mans skull, and begin to pull it from his head, a bit difficult. I press my boot to his face applying pressure, finally pull the metal from his cranium, a sloshing sound accompanied with a gush of blood ,as I pull away the crowbar.

..I think.. I can see his brain.

I need to get rid of traces of me.. luckily there are no cameras at this oil warehouse. So the only things are my belongings, and my DNA. Perfect. I can leave this guy here or-.

No, this is no time to get sloppy now.

I clean up the site, and as much of his blood as I can, and dispose of his body. Nobody will ever know we were, here. No one.. except me, and him, but he's never going to tell, he's great like that-, well at least now he is.

I make my way back, my way back to you..

When I get to my apartment I clean up, take a shower and linger there; standing under the almost cool water hitting my body, and washing off the blood and sweat. God, what a long evening, and even longer night. When I step out of the shower I wrap a towel around my waist and go to my kitchen to get myself a glass of water.

I can't wait to see you again. When you come home, from your trip. I can't wait to listen to you talk about how you had so much fun seeing the sights, how you and Stacy ate at that restaurant that will be your new favorite from now on when you travel over seas. How you talked about what type of ring you'd want if you got married, how you hope you'll get married soon.

Yes, I know every single detail of your trip, but that doesn't mean I don't want to listen to you talk about it. It's only a few days till you get home, and I cannot wait. It's given me time. Enough time to-, well you'll see soon enough.

It's been so long since we started dating, now it's been; 3 years, 11 months, 22 days, 3 hours, 25 minutes, and 30 seconds. Yes, I still count every moment with you. Because I am deeply in love with you. More than you will ever know. Now, that I have finished dealing with our issues, I can properly prepare everything for us. I only have a few days to get the biggest parts out of the way, before you're here with me, but I am sure it will all work out well. I never thought I'd make it this far with you, but I have. Soon, you will be in my arms again.

I cleaned up my apartment, properly hid my little secrets where even you couldn't find, and had a short nap. I even took time to clean your apartment while you've been out, even took care of your dog. He's a good boy. The next few days I spent preparing for you to come home, shopping, and talking to your dad. You know, he really likes me, he thinks of me as a son. It's almost comforting to have someone who is almost like a father to me, again. Your family truly loves and cares for you. They keep every memory of you very close to their heart despite your differences.

The days have passed, the wait is over, you're on your way home to me. Waiting at the airport, just a few more minutes till you pass the off boarding gates, and are in my arms again. As the crowd comes out, I scan for you.

Ah there you are, looking as perfect as always. Truly a masterpiece.

Spotting you, wearing a white tank under a dark grey ombre top, and blue jeans, you're sporting your charming smile as always, you walk side by side with Stacy. You two almost look like siblings, because of how close you two are, but rest assured you are the apple of my eye, always. Stacy spots me before you do, she gives a nod and slight smile from afar. Vaguely pointing me out to you. And suddenly our eyes meet, it's like everyone around us disappeared and we were the only ones in the airport. We made our way to each other, you dropped your luggage five feet from me and jumped into my arms, hugging me tightly. You could suffocate me to death in the middle of the airport if you wanted to, and I'd have loved every second of it. Hugging you back tightly, lifting you off of your feet as I pepper kisses against your cheeks.

God. I missed you so much. It's good to have you back in my arms. Right were you belong.

Stacy made her way to us as she grabbed your abandoned, and almost forgotten luggage, smiling. She may be the only true supporter of our relationship out of your friends. Luckily enough, she's the one I want in our corner. You giggled at every kiss against your cheek as I lightly swayed you in my arms before I let you down. You cupped my face in your hands, pressing your forehead to mine. Once again, it's like we disappear into a world of our own for a moment, getting sucked into the moment; one that I wish would last forever. It's perfect. You and me, together, the way it should be, forever.

After the public displays of affection, small banter and chatter, we make our way home, dropping Stacy off at her place for the morning so we can all settle a bit. Before we all got back together for dinner in the evening. We chattered over food and wine, you two talked in great detail about your trip. I asked Stacy a certain detail I've been meaning to ask, all the while you were out in the restroom. She showed me a picture of what I asked and patted my back roughly, her hand is heavy on my shoulder despite her petite frame. By the end of the night Stacy went her separate way, and we went to your apartment.

I helped you unpack your luggage, and we played with your dog for a bit while we chatted; you talked in detail about different parts of your trip and showed me pictures of every sight you saw. Along with all of the things you collected. You had so much fun, laughing, smiling and adventuring didn't you? "I'm so happy you enjoyed yourself".

But I missed you, my darling. I was lonely, without you.

You continued to ramble as we sat on the couch and eventually, you fell asleep. I picked you up, I carried you to your bed, taking your shoes and socks off carefully, covering you with a light sheet so you don't over heat. I sat beside you, watching you sleep as I thread my fingers through your hair. If only you knew what I do for you. Not just what you see me do for you, but, what I do in the dark, without you, for you. Would you see me as inhuman? Would you be afraid? Would you call me a monster? I know we have our disagreements, our fights, our spats, really, but would you still want to be with me if you found out my dirty secrets?

I can't lose you. I cannot chance you leaving me. Even if you found out my secrets, found out what I do for you, what I really do for you, and you somehow accept me. I cannot chance, the off chance of you ever finding out and losing you. So you will be bonded to me.. forever. Soon. And even if you did find out, you would never be able to leave. I wont allow it. We would have to make it work.

The next few months were great, we spent time together and tried some new things. Our nights together, with heavy panting, loud moaning, the cracking of a whip, the sizzle of candle wax hitting skin, the sweat, the grinding, the light choking. The sex, was great. We experimented so much. You even opened up over the year prior of your desires, and we tried every, single, k!nk, you had. Every curiosity you had. And now, as I lay tied to the bedframe, gazing up at you, as your hand is wrapped around my throat, our eyes locked onto each other. My chest covered in red and black wax, my abdomen wrapped in complex knots of rope as you are on top of me.

My chest rising and falling with shallow breaths, as your hips lift and descend onto my length, slowly riding me-, oh. You're trying not to grind your hips. Your crotch presses against mine, you just want to get to orgasm quickly, I can tell.

You're greedy. But you're practicing self control, I'm so proud of you.

"God, you're so sexy.." "Slow just like that, darling." "Mmm-, yes." Low gravelly moans escaped my parted lips with every slow movement. Your grip around my throat tightening as you quickened your pace ever so slightly-, oh.

"There you go love." "Such a good- ***" "That's right- mmmh."

Fuck, if you keep going like this I'm going to-.. I need to keep it together.

We took our time, we made love between rough sessions of fucking. And by the end of it all, we laid in each others arms, panting and loving on each other. Soft kisses against each others lips, loving whispers, reassurance, and affirmations. Eventually we got up and got cleaned up, and went to the bathroom before we changed the sheets and went to bed.

Weeks after, we sat at one of your favorite restaurants', eating some of your favorite courses, a fully paid reservation. You were ecstatic, taking pictures of the food, it wasn't often that we came here, only on special occasions. "*******(X) what's the special occasion?? This is so great! Thank you, again." I smiled and shook my head, my brows lightly furrowed in a content expression as I spoke. "The special occasion is you, darling. I wanted to treat you." You grinned ear to ear, unsuspecting as you enjoyed your meal and tasted your wine.

After eating at the restaurant we walked through the city, stopping to shop and see some of your favorite sites. As the sun went down, I lead you toward one of our favorite local parks, where there were fairy lights dim, slowly turning on, that wrapped around some of the trees to lead into a path. As we arrived at a clearing under a canopy of trees, I took your hand and carefully and slowly spun you about, "Let's dance, darling".

We spent that small moment together, hand in hand, my arm wrapped around your waist as it grew ever darker as night began to settle. The lights began to light up brighter around us, the leaves and petals from the trees and flowers falling around us. It was beautiful, dreamy really. I gave you a final slow spin, before I got down to kneel, holding out a small black box, within the ring of your dreams.

The one you had described in great detail and showed to Stacy, I already knew, but even I need to seem semi normal. And asking Stacy was the most logical, and normal seeming thing to do.

I worked for this moment, for you. Your perfect moment. As you slowly turned back to see me, a soft gasp had left your lips, you got onto your knees, a single tear welling and falling down your cheek. "Yes, yes yes." I wrapped my arms around you and hugged you tight to me, pulling us up to our feet and swaying us about. A small crowd of 3-4 people gathered to see, some of your friends having been watching, came out from hiding; they had been recording for me. For us, for our perfect moment. Your dad wasn't present, but I know we both had wished he was.

I had to ask your father for your hand previously, as you'd soon find out, I wanted to do this right, after all.

We spent the next weeks after, packing our things, and selling some things, we wanted to move in together. We spent time working, and planning, making arrangements. We set the wedding date for October, in a year, and some months.. Not a whole lot of time to get our shit together, but just enough to have a well planned wedding. We agreed on October, because it's not hot, and it's cool, crisp weather, perfect for us. Since the proposal though we have had several spats, and disagreements. Unfortunately we had a single run in, but nothing I couldn't take care of on my own.

I will take care of everything though, darling.

Don't you worry.

I will take care of you.

Because I love you.

This is our beginning.. this is what it means to be..

loving you.

[capturedpain]

Crush (2013)

Guy is stalked and kidnapped. Such good whump! They literally snap his leg at the end!!

[mistahstrange]

My friend was waiting for me in the opposite direction of the photos, down a steep hillside. I had asked her to wait so I could checkout a game trail that led up the side of the overlook.

Never saw anything while taking the photos, did hear some grunting and snorting like an animal was nearby searching for food or something. But now that I look at this photo and see the person in the back, which it looks like they're holding something...

idk...

You tell me what you see.

[all54321]

“No” Was The Wrong Answer

[AO3]

A return of the bad end to the yandere AU, so warning for all of the things to do with Yanderes. This is a prequel to the other fic.

Day 5: Kidnapping + Alt 25: Stalked

Summary: Grian rejected his confession. Grian called him a monster. Grian said to never speak to him again. And Scar… well, he’s waited long enough. He’ll make Grian understand, he just needs to be more persuasive.

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Scar keeps his head ducked down as he follows several paces behind Grian, making sure there are people in between them. This is certainly a drastic measure, but he needs Grian to understand. And, well, he can’t let himself lose Grian either.

Or get caught by the police, since Grian might turn him in. That’s another thing they’ll have to talk about again. Scar lets out a breath and tightens his grip on the soaked cloth in his pocket. It’s almost time.

He slows his pace as people either enter their homes or turn down a different block. Before he didn’t like how part of Grian’s walk home from work was alone since it meant he could easily be caught following him, but now it gives him the perfect chance to get him alone.

Considering that Grian knows that Scar has followed him at least once before, Scar is surprised he doesn’t check over his shoulder. He’s just as perfectly unaware of being followed as always. It’s surprising, but Scar’s glad for it now.

He quickens his pace when the last person is gone, leaving just the two of them walking alone in the dark. Before Grian can react, Scar wraps one arm around his chest and brings the drug-soaked cloth up to his face.

Grian thrashes in his grip, trying to free himself, but Scar holds him firmly against his chest. It doesn’t take much longer for him to go completely slack in his arms.

Scar lets out a breath, quickly pocketing the cloth. He scoops Grian up into a bridal carry, holding the other close to him. All that’s left to do is transport him to his basement.

[hitchell-mope]

Benson. You have friends who care about you. Let them care about you.

[cynthiabaileyrug]

What Being Stalked Is Really Like

Unless you have been a victim of stalking, you don’t know how traumatic & utterly terrifying it truly is.  When someone is being stalked, they spend almost all of their time worried about their stalker’s next step.  It’s a terrible way to live! Stalking victims feel like they are constantly being watched.  Every movement, every sound, every person around them could be the stalker.  This fear can…

[svu-bracket]

playoffs (round 5)

episode descriptions under the cut

stalked -> an ADA who had worked on sex crimes is raped and murdered. the detectives suspect it may have been someone whom she had prosecuted (imdb). moments of note (to me), munch telling liv everyone in the department has her back <3 "blink your lights when you get inside."

florida -> benson hears from her half-brother, who is on the run because of sexual assault charges. he continues to claim his innocence, though because evidence continues to pile up against him, benson reluctantly agrees to help in the investigation (imdb). mh 4th consecutive emmy nom for this episode. moments of note (to me), "oh the poster boy for rage is going to tell me how to control my anger?"

[dr-xanders-diary]

Our beginning.. The END..

God, how I wish things were back to normal. We've had 9 run-ins' since we first started to see each other. I know, that's a lot. But, I've handled myself well, with each one. But now things have become much more complicated, difficult even. How did things turn out like this? Well. It's simple really. Lets go through how the events unfolded, in order. Shall we?

After we set up our engagement party and started to plan our wedding we slowly began to lose touch with each other, well. You started to lose touch with us. Despite that though, we enjoyed as much time as we had together, between the planning, working and moving in to a three bedroom home. We were-, well busy. Maybe too busy for your liking. And as time went on, as our wedding date got closer, you-. You began to drift away. I knew it would happen, so I let you have your time to collect yourself, and did my best to reel you back in. To make you happy again.

You were finding joy in your little trips overseas more than when you were with me, despite you living out your wildest fantasies with me. A part of me was jealous, a part of me despised that. A part of me hated that. You being happy without me? Hah. Right, that's when I realized there was more to your little trips overseas. Why they became more frequent, why you started to go alone, why you and Stacy weren't as close anymore and there was a wall of tension between you. I knew what was happening: to begin with, you aren't exactly the most careful person. Especially in the little details. Your secrets aren't so secretive, my dear. But it's okay, I forgave you, because you still planned to marry me, right. Right? Fuck, of course you planned to, how could I doubt you. I know you.

Each time you came home from your trips you were tired, distant, cold, especially on the first day back. You'd warm up again the second day being home, after each trip. I was fine with this, I was content as long as you were coming home, coming home to me. Nothing else mattered. I didn't mind you relieving your stress on your little trips. Really I didn't.

Our wedding came and went, it was beautiful, it was perfect, your perfect day. Several of our guests cried, congratulated us, even Stacy showed up. During the reception she came up to me with a sad look in her eye, she tried to hide it behind her kind smile, but I could tell. She placed her hand on my shoulder with as soft as a pat as she could muster and said, "Congratulations ****** (X), I know you'll treat ***(you) right. I-.. hope ***(you) knows what they have. I don't think ***(you) knows just how lucky s/he is. You're a good man ******(X)". An honest to god genuine compliment, which hardly came from anyone in your friend group, and having known Stacy, I knew she meant it from the bottom of her heart. She seemed so pained when she spoke, so-, torn. I knew why. She only gave you a soft smile before the end of the night and you two didn't exchange any words. Your father was so overjoyed that you married "Such a good man", in his words. His toast to us was even quite beautiful as well.

We spent our honeymoon overseas, in Italy, and at first you were very upset that I would bring you there, but I knew, this was your favorite place to be. You thought it came down to pure coincidence didn't you? The location, the hotel, the room. Yes you were riddled with panic, with guilt and paranoia at first. But I-, I wanted to override your memories of that hotel, of that room, of that very city, and all of Italy. I wanted to wipe your conscious of what you thought you did in the dark behind my back. Do not ever forget, you are mine. We are bonded, my love. We wrote it in stone. It's in our vows. And I will make sure, that you will always be mine.

And this brings us close to date. Since then, it's been; 5 years, 7 months, 15 days, 10 hours, and 15 seconds. Now I know that you've been sneaking around, going on 'Business trips', going back to your favorite little problem. It's becoming an issue for us, darling. I forgave you, I still forgive you even. As long as you come home to me. I knew it would be a hard habit to break-. Because you get swept up, so easily. You can't even tell the danger you are in. And then, it happened. The worst thing that could happen to us. The worst thing you could do to us. You brought a slimy bastard into our life, you introduced us. I tried. Oh did I try to be nice, I tried to play nice. I am trying so very hard, but how could you bring this man into our home, where we sleep, where we live. How dare you.

From then I knew you were sneaking around, at hotels, his hotel room. That you paid for. I found out-, you loved him. You-, you loved him more than me, and you wanted to get rid of me. And I snapped. You wanted to be rid of me? The only person who truly loves you, the only person who went through such great lengths to get you, to know you down to the smallest detail, the one who went through such great lengths to keep you. No. No no no, no. You're confused, you don't really love him. You just love how spontaneous he is, how he doesn't seem to have a care, because things seem so easy for him, but he has nothing. He is nothing. You just can't see it.

So.. Let me show you.

I took my time preparing everything for him, for you. I lined the bed with some very durable plastic under the comforter, and lined the room floor with some as well, just to make sure there's no surprise messes. And I sat and waited, for your usual routine, you'd both show up at 5:45pm, on the dot, never any sooner or any later. But you didn't two didn't show up. "Where are you? It's getting dark." Things were seemingly out of my control, I waited an entire hour. Then checked my phone, saw in my notification you sent your location.

You- pinged me? You're at home.. But why? Today is your day with Antoni. And you know that I'm supposed to be out of town-. Oh. You dirty bitch. You brought him to our home didn't you.

I immediately began to roll up and folded all of the plastic covers I had laid out, cleaning up and putting away everything into my duffle bag. I left the hotel room duffle bag in hand, I made sure to leave not a single trace of me behind. I got into my car and drove home as calmly as I could. I parked on the street nearest our driveway, as I got out I could see dim lights from our upstairs bedroom, flickering behind the curtain. And a dim light from our family room, by now the sun was beginning to set, it was already 7:34pm. I walked to our front door, it was locked, I went to the back door around the house, you two left it unlocked. You snuck him in. I made my way inside looking into the kitchen, there was two plates of half eaten food, a half empty bottle of wine on the counter. Walking past, looking into the family room I saw two half drunken glasses of wine on our coffee table.

What the fuck babe. Did you have fun wining this man in our home?

As I made my way to the first steps of the stairs, I heard it, the sound of your voice, a soft chuckle, followed by his voice and his thick Italian accent, "Are you sure it's okay? Why don't we run away together my love". As I slowly made my way up the steps I could hear the slow creaking of our bed, you two were fucking-, and then I hear you say it, "Don't worry Antoni, I don't love him anymore, you're the only one I love" then, hearing you say that made something inside me snap. As you two continued to defile our home, our bed, I had made my way up the stairs into the hall only to see our bedroom door wide open. Antoni laying atop of you, bare as he place gaze into your beautiful eyes. I knew how he felt, like he had stolen something prized, but he didn't actually care about how I would feel, those were just false sympathies to save his face. But he would care, very soon.

The time between those moments of my standing in the doorway of our bedroom and hearing you shout when you saw me, blended together. Filled with rage, and resentment as you tried to cover yourself as if I hadn't seen you naked before, as if you were ashamed. As Antoni got up from the bed as if he just wanted to talk-, none of it mattered. I would show you what did matter, though. The moments blurred as I stomped towards Antoni, and clenched my fist as I swung my right arm, the knuckles of my fist roughly hitting against his cheekbone and breaking the skin. The hit to him made him stumble back a bit. This well toned, 5'10" Italian man, caught himself against the bed, glaring at me with just as much hate as I had for him.

Time seemed to blur as we would hit each other over and over, and push each other against the furniture in the bedroom. Our fighting, our thrashing causing us to make our way into the hall, you hurriedly put on some clothes as you followed and shouted. Antoni grabbed me and pulled me into a headlock, I'd jab and punch at his sides, pushing him against the stair rail as he tried to choke me out. Slowly losing my breathe before the impact of slamming him into the stair rail caused his grip to loosen and set me free, but made us lose our balance as we'd fall down the stairs. Falling down onto the landing, a vase would fall and shatter beside him, the wind almost knocked out of both of us from the fall. I kicked Antoni's hip as hard as I could, the kick forcing him down the rest of the stairs, he grabbed onto my pant leg, and I grabbed a shard of the broken vase as I was pulled down the steps.

Landing a few steps above Antoni as he slowly got onto his knees, screaming obscenities at me, I would get up and shove the vase shard into his back right along his shoulder. My hands cut by the shard in my hand as I forced it into his muscles. "How dare you come into my home, and fuck my partner, in my bed" the words almost came out with as much hatred and gravel as a scream. He swung his arm at me, hitting me across my lower abdomen as I went to grab him by his hair, only to roughly slam him into the wall against his back. Splattering blood onto the wall. We fought for what seemed like eternity, and you got into the mix trying to get us apart, we both hit you. By the end of it all I was a sweating panting mess, and Antoni was crawling toward the garage to escape, bruised, scratched, and stabbed. I stomped my boot down as hard as I could against the vase shard in his back, shoving it in deeper into the muscle and bone causing the shard to shatter, making him cry out. I kneeled down and grabbed his thick black hair and yanked his head back as he begged to go home.

Fucking coward.

"You wont be going anywhere-, neither of you will," my voice came out as a horse whisper as I reached my free hand down to firmly grip onto Antoni's jaw, his eyes widened as he realized what I had meant and began to scream. An almost sweet sound to my ears before the sudden silence as I jerked his head accompanied with a quick snapping sound of bones, his body going from tense to limp in a matter of seconds. Bruised, tired and full of rage fueled me further as you'd scream and shout, calling me obscenities and as you called me a monster. And then everything.. went dark.

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"It's been several months-, no.. it's been a year since our wedding and 7 months since our anniversary. Who would have thought that things would have come down to this. I would have thought that our honeymoon in Italy would have solidified things for you, would have erased those dirty memories from your mind, and replaced them with our time together. Did I not please you enough? Was I not as spontaneous as you would have liked?" I had grabbed you and shoved you onto your back under your lover. You had fought me hard, and couldn't answer me as you cried as I wrapped Antoni's lifeless hands around your neck, slowly squeezing. "You want to leave me, and leave with him, go right ahead be my guest.." You scratched and hit at my arms, and scratched at Antoni's face as you began to slowly choke and loose your breathe. Terrified to die by your dead lovers hands, and by my own in turn.

It's not so fun being choked outside of the bedroom now is it?

Finally we cut off your breathing completely, crushing your windpipe with Antoni's hands. Your eyes filled with tears and the look of fear as life slowly left your eyes and your body went limp, your arms slowly falling to your side. I spent a few minutes gathering and putting on Antoni's clothes and tearing them up a bit where you had scratched and where I hit and stabbed. The candles in the bedroom had began to set the curtains aflame in our bedroom. I had limited time to gather anything I wanted, so I only gathered the important things, things I'd need.

By the time the police came, our house was set aflame, and the fire department was trying to contain the fire. I was questioned and by my looks the officers concluded I had suffered a severe break in to my home. As I sat against my car watching our house, our life, our memories burn down despite the fire departments best efforts, I also watched our history and everything that had ever happened between us, and what happened that night burn down too.

"A simple phrase could have made everything better.."

Over the next few weeks I would be brough into the police department for my statement, your family and friends would reach out to give condolences. Your funeral came and went, the hotel refunded the money from the hotel you had paid for, for Antoni. One friend, Stacy stopped by when she couldn't get a hold of me, when I'd sit in our old driveway. She would find me and sit with me for a few hours, in silence as I would stare at the burned down remains of what we had. Until one day Stacy patted me on the back and told me, "It shouldn't have ended like this. But you're a good guy X*******. You'll be okay". She had no clue what actually happened but her words rang through me. I sat there long after she left, I thought I was a monster but something in me clicked, when Stacy had told me that. Maybe Stacy was right, maybe I am a good guy, but maybe I also am a monster. I stood from my car and walked up to the charcoaled rubble of our old house, giving a last goodbye.

I never did get to recover much from the fire, your father was devastated, your family was broken, and your friends were in shambles. And as I got into my car and began to drive away, I looked at our house one last time.

This was our end.

And I loved you..

To the very end.