A/N: So this has been posted on tumblr for a few days now, in the Stefan the Bamon Fanboy tag, but I figured I'd post it over here too so it can join the rest of my writing in all its ridiculously weird, painfully awkward glory. Plus if I do anymore StBF drabbles, I can put them here too. Basically I'm saying just ignore me, I'm an idiot, lol. Ok bye!

It was just a plain yellow envelope. Nothing fancy, no frills or lace, in fact her name wasn't even written on it. But as it sat silently watching her from its place on the welcome mat on her front porch, she knew it was for her.

She picked it up, tore it open, and then nothing was ever the same again.

She stood in the foyer of the Salvatore boardinghouse, having let herself in. She held the torn envelope against her stomach. She could see Damon bustling around in the parlor, preparing a drink.

"Hey Judgy," he called out.

"I… got your text. You wanted to see me?" Her fingers curled tensely around the edge of the envelope, crinkling the torn paper.

"Yeah, so I talked to a witch in New Orleans about Silas and she was saying that – " He stopped short, noticing that she hadn't made any move to walk further into the house, and her knees practically knocked together as she shuffled nervously in place. She was staring at the ground almost shyly, all amounting to what he knew was completely un-Bonnielike behavior. He frowned. "What's with you?"

She looked up at him, confused. "Are you just gonna… You can't just pretend like you didn't send it. Not something like that, Damon."

"What the hell are you talking about, Sabrina?"

He noticed the envelope in her hands as she pulled a single photograph from it, displaying it for him to see. His eyes grew wide and his mouth fell slightly open.

It was him, captured in a washed out print from a time gone by. He was posed flagrantly against a velvet backdrop, wearing nothing but a smile and a strategically held teddy bear. Written over the image in bold black marker were the words, "Can't BEAR to be without you, Bonnie! xoxo, Damon."

"Wait, this isn't my handwriting… that's – STEFAN! WHAT THE HELL, I TOLD YOU TO STAY OUT OF MY STUFF!" he roared, turning to face the staircase. He was answered by silence. "You're a vampire, I know you can hear me!"

Bonnie's eyebrows rose questioningly. "But why did you – why do you even have this?"

He snatched the envelope and photograph from her hands, clutching them to his chest protectively. "The seventies were a strange and liberated time, Bonnie." He frowned. "Seriously, STEFAN WHAT THE HELL!"