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summary: *yn* and damon are friends. good friends. just friends. nothing more, nothing less. until elena's eighteenth birthday party and the captain of the waterpolo team comes along, leaving damon wondering how much he really likes that term.
warnings: swearing, drinking, fluff, vampire stuff, cheating (kinda??)
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"What do you think?"
"Give me a spin."
*yn* resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she complied, shuffling her body around in a circle.
"Oooh I really like this one." Caroline observed. She shifted on the small couch placed into the middle of the boutique as she took a few moments to run her eyes over *yn*'s body.
"I think this might be the one."
This time *yn* couldn't restrain herself as she threw her hands up in frustration and huffed.
"Care, you've said that about all of them."
"I'm sorry, it's not my fault you look good in everything!"
*yn* groaned in response as she shoved the curtain across the metal rod, concealing herself from Caroline once more.
"I give up." She exclaimed dramatically as she pulled the red dress over her head. "I'm just going to go with the blue one."
"If that's what it takes for you to stop whining." She heard Caroline mumble on the other side of the curtain.
"I heard that!"
The shrill ringtone of Caroline's phone rung out through the store.
"Oh sorry Elena's calling, be right back."
*yn* shook her head as she heard Caroline answer the phone and hurry out of the store. She slipped the blue dress back on over her head just as her shoulder bag began to vibrate.
She couldn't fight the small smile threatening to tug on her lips at the Caller ID.
"Well if it isn't my second favourite Salvatore brother."
"Ouch, why is it that you're always so mean to me?" Damon's amused voice slipped out through the speaker.
"Because being nice is boring." She answered as she slipped out of the change room.
"Using my own logic against me, I've taught you too well." She smiled at his words as she made her way over to the mirror.
"What are you up to? Down for a little road trip?"
"Can't sorry. Helping Caroline plan Elena's birthday party." *yn* twisted around in front of the mirror, scrutinising the dress from every angle.
"Ah yes the big eighteenth how could I forget."
"Why? Where are you going?" *yn* asked as she finally drew her attention away from the mirror.
"Tennessee."
Her brow furrowed at her answer. "Another potential Stefan victim?"
"Yep. The sheriff gave Elena another location."
"She's not going with-"
"No way. Told her I'd take it on myself."
There was a pause as *yn* glanced out the shop window to make sure Caroline was still out the front on the phone, her ears occupied and unable to listen in.
"They're going to be like the other victims, aren't they?"
"Probably."
She felt herself grow nauseous at the thought of what Damon would no doubt find in Tennessee. Even his verbal reports back to her had been enough to make her skin crawl. If there had been any doubts before if Stefan was a ripper, they were long gone by now.
"Are we ever going to tell her?"
There was a pause on the other end of the line. She heard Damon let out a sigh.
"If I find him and sort him out we won't ever have to."
"Alright just- just let me know how you go ok?" Despite her best efforts she couldn't hide the concern laced through her words.
"Always do. See you at the party."
"See you at the party."
"Oh *yln*-"
Damon's voice crackled through the speaker just as her finger hovered over the button to end the call.
"Yeah?" She pressed the phone to her ear once more.
There was a pause on the other end of the line.
"Wear the red one." *yn* swore she could practically hear his smirk through the phone before he hung up.
*yn* whirled around, the phone still pressed to her ear. Her eyes darted around the store and then out through the windows that revealed the main street of Mystic Falls.
Her heart was thumping in her chest and a blush was creeping up onto her cheeks. Damon was no where to be seen.
"Ugh god Elena is still complaining about this party, I swear it's like no one wants to have fun in this town anymore- are you ok?"
*yn* turned to see Caroline staring at her, brow raised when she noticed her flushed complexion.
"Uh- yeah fine." *yn* lied, swallowing as she turned to go back into the change room.
"Ok..." Caroline studied her before turning her attention back to her phone.
She glanced up once more after a few moments to see *yn* emerging from the change room, back in her jeans and tank top. Her brow furrowed.
"I thought you were getting the blue one?"
"Yeah I um-"
*yn* glanced down at the red material clutched in her arms.
"I changed my mind."
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The bass felt like it was pounding against her skull. Sweaty bodies were brushing against her on all sides. She could already feel the back of her knees start to slick with sweat as she weaved through the crowd.
Apparently this was Caroline's definition of a 'small' party. Bodies occupied every square inch of the Salvatore boarding house. Her eyes slid over the hundred or so faces. Some she recognised from school. Others she had never seen before in her life.
She smoothed down the front of her short dress as she stepped around a couple making out at the bottom of the staircase. She could feel multiple sets of eyes on her as she moved deeper into the house. The waterpolo team bunched in the corner didn't even make an attempt to look away as she walked past.
She smirked to herself. She'd shown up with the intention of looking hot, so far it seemed to be going according to plan. She surveyed the crowd once more. A flash of blonde hair caught her eye, which she instantly made a beeline for.
"Care!"
Caroline swung around at *yn*'s voice, a grin spreading across her lips as she looked her up and down.
"Oh my freaking god you look so hot." She squealed as she lurched forward and wrapped her arms her shoulders.
*yn* laughed and squeezed her tightly back. "So do you."
"Who the hell are these people?"
"Friends of friends." Caroline shrugged. *yn* raised a brow at her before turning to survey the room. Her eyes involuntarily searching for one person in particular.
"C'mon, I need a shot." Caroline announced as she grabbed *yn*'s hand and tugged her towards the drinks table.
*yn* grinned as she let Caroline lead her through the crowd.
"Is everyone here?" *yn* shouted over the thumping bass.
"I think so." Caroline shouted back, her eyes gleaming as she spotted a bottle of tequila.
*yn* turned around, her eyes scanning the crowd once more.
"Oh actually I haven't seen that reporter girl yet, what's her name - Andrea or-"
"What?" *yn*'s neck snapped back around to look at Caroline.
"Andie's coming?"
Caroline paused and glanced up at her. She had just been about to pour the clear liquid into a shot glass.
"Yeah, Damon insisted on inviting her. Poor girl probably didn't have a choice knowing him." Caroline remarked as she turned her attention back to the bottle in her hand.
"Right." *yn* swallowed. She pressed her lips into a hard line. "Yeah."
She felt sick as she glanced down at the tight red dress covering her body. She suddenly felt incredibly stupid. That for even a moment she had let herself divulge in suppressed fantasies, that she'd let herself get hopeful that something might happen with the vampire that was supposed to be nothing more than one of her good friends.
That she had let herself indulge those feelings that she had always worked so hard to deny and ignore.
"Ok here-" Caroline cut herself off, the shot in her hand for *yn* to take suspended in midair.
She studied her friend for a moment. She withheld a sigh when she saw the tears threatening to pool in *yn*'s eyes.
"Ok no." She announced, slamming the shots back onto the table. The sound made *yn* jump, her eyes focusing back on her friend.
"We are so not doing this tonight."
"Wha-"
"You are not letting your night get ruined by Damon Salvatore of all people."
"Care-" *yn* began, glancing over her shoulder quickly to make sure Damon wasn't in sight before turning back to her. "He's my friend."
"Oh please." Caroline scoffed as she folded her arms in front of her chest. "You don't think I can tell when my best friend is crushing on a guy?"
*yn* felt her cheeks redden.
"Although I've been trying to ignore it given it is Damon-"
She ignored the glare *yn* gave her. "- and I've been hoping it was just a little phase, but clearly that was wishful thinking." She sighed as she gestured to *yn* who had opened her mouth to respond.
"I've known for months, so don't even try and deny it."
*yn* clamped her mouth shut. She felt her resolve weaken under Caroline's stare.
"If you tell a soul-"
"-you'll stake me I know. Your secret's safe with me." Caroline insisted.
With that *yn* felt her shoulders slump in defeat as her barriers finally crumbled down.
"I like him. A lot." She admitted.
"I think I always knew there was something there, but I don't think I realised how much until-" She cut herself off and bit her lip as she felt her eyes begin to water.
Caroline's hard gaze softened at the sight. "Hey, it's ok." Caroline comforted her, running a hand down her arm. "Do you want to go somewhere and talk about it?"
"No." *yn* shook her head as she sniffed. "No, like you said. I don't want this to ruin my night. It's been so long since we've actually had fun."
It was true. Before Damon and Stefan returned to Mystic Falls, *yn* was the life of the party, drinking almost every weekend and staying out way past curfew - much to her parents chagrin. But now, she could barely even remember what it felt like to be drunk and let loose.
Her answer made Caroline's eyes brighten. "Exactly, and you look way too hot right now to be crying over a guy."
*yn* followed Caroline's gaze to look around the room of warm bodies. Her eyes flitted over a few guys, her confidence sparking once more when she saw their eyes were already on her.
"You could have literally anyone you want in here."
She could have anyone she wanted, except for Damon. Almost as if she could read her mind, Caroline grabbed her hand.
"Ok, in my opinion you have two options right now." Caroline continued.
"You can go and tell Damon how you feel and let it out, or-" She paused as she raised the cup up to *yn*'s face. "You can get trashed with me and forget all about stupid boys."
*yn* raised a brow, not missing the hint of bitterness in Caroline's voice. It sounded a little bit too personal to just be about Damon. She decided to let it go however, as her eyes flickered down to the red solo cup and then back at Caroline.
"Make it a double."
Caroline's grin widened, "now you're sounding like my best friend."
*yn* watched as she eagerly poured extra into her cup, internally wincing at how free handed she was being with the liquor.
"To being hot and getting drunk." Caroline toasted once she'd handed *yn* her drink.
"To being hot and getting drunk." *yn* echoed, clinking their cups together before pressing it to her lips. She winced as the liquor burned her throat. She definitely had not missed that feeling.
"Ugh, speak of the devil."
*yn* followed Caroline's gaze behind her shoulder. She twisted around to see Elena and Damon making their way down the stairs.
Damon was dressed in black jeans and a blue button down with the sleeves rolled up his forearms. He looked annoyingly hot, as usual.
The pair hadn't spotted them yet as Caroline and *yn* made their way through the crowd towards them.
"Happy birthday!" Her and Caroline chorused as they reached them.
"You look amazing." *yn* grinned as she pulled her other best friend in for a tight hug.
"Thank you, so do you. The red is hot." Elena chuckled as they pulled away from each other.
*yn* could feel Damon's eyes on her but kept her focus on Elena.
"You like?" Caroline asked her, gesturing to the party around them.
"I-" Elena cut herself off as she glanced around the room. "This is keeping it small?"
Caroline didn't answer her, instead shooting her an innocent smile.
Elena couldn't fight the grin spreading across her lips as she let out a dramatic and defeated huff, "what are we drinking?"
Caroline giggled and gripped Elena's arm and tugged her towards the drinks table.
*yn* watched them go, feeling Damon's eyes still on her. Caroline's words echoed in her head. She was right. Just because she had feelings doesn't mean she had to act weird or let it get to her. He was still her friend, first and foremost. There was no reason to change how she was around him.
She took a breath and made sure her face was the perfect picture of normalcy before turning around to meet his gaze.
"Hey."
"Hey yourself." He answered, his eyes dragging down her front before flicking up to her face.
"Nice dress."
"Thanks, I had help picking it out."
A smirk twitched up onto his lips. "Well, they've got excellent taste. They're a good friend."
Friend. The word stung more than it usually did.
She forced a smile onto her lips, "that they are."
"*yn*! Get over here we're doing birthday shots!" Elena called out to her.
*yn* glanced over her shoulder and nodded before looking back up at Damon.
"Sorry, duty calls." She shrugged innocently.
"Please." He gestured for her to go. It was then that she noticed the bottle of bourbon in his hand. "Don't let me stop you."
She shot him one last grin before making her way towards Elena and Caroline.
Damon's eyes followed her the whole way there.
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"I am every parents worst nightmare." Alaric sighed. "I am the chaperone teacher from hell."
"I love high school parties." Damon grinned as he jumped up onto the ledge.
"Isn't Andie supposed to be coming?"
"10 o'clock broadcast, she'll be here in a little bit."
"Uh huh." Ric remarked as he took a deep drink. Damon's brow furrowed as he glanced up from his glass.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"What is what supposed to mean?"
"That little face you just made. Something wrong with Andie?"
"With your fake compelled girlfriend? No not at all." Ric drawled sarcastically.
"Hey it's a complicated dynamic ok."
"Or it's a distraction."
Damon's eyes narrowed even further. "Distraction from what exactly Ric?"
"Hey Mr Saltzman!" A loud voice prevented Ric from answering.
They both glanced up to see a tall, muscular guy approaching them through the door that led into the party. He was wearing a Mystic Falls High varsity jacket.
Damon frowned when he saw a flash of red behind him. He froze mid sip when he saw that flash of red belonged to *yn*'s dress.
"Jake." Alaric nodded in greeting.
Jake came to a stand still in front of them, a wide grin on his face. "*yn* told me you were chaperoning."
Then all eyes were on *yn*, who was now standing beside him. Jake's arm wrapped around her shoulders to pull her against him.
Damon felt something twist inside him.
"Had to see it for myself."
"Here I am." Alaric chuckled awkwardly.
"See I told you!" She giggled as she swayed against him. Her eyes were glassy and cheeks were flushed. A bottle in her hand.
"Badass Mr Saltzman." Jake complimented. It was then that his eyes landed on Damon. Confusion flashed across his features as he tried to place him.
"Oh Jake this is my friend." *yn* introduced, "Damon Salvatore."
Friend. It was what he was to her, the correct title to describe their relationship. But tonight, in front of this guy, it prodded something inside him. Unfurling inside him like a wasp injecting its barbed stinger into his veins.
"Salvatore... oh shit so you own this place?" Jake's eyes lit up in recognition.
"Home sweet home." Damon remarked, unable to hide the annoyance in his voice as he took a deep sip of his bourbon.
"It's dope. Sickest party location for sure." Jake complimented.
"Oi Masters!"
The group turned around to see another boy standing at the precipice of the home. "We're about to start another round, get your ass in here!"
"Beer pong." Jake explained to the group. "I'm the reigning champion." He boasted proudly. Damon rolled his eyes when Jake glanced down at *yn* for a reaction who giggled and patted his chest.
"I didn't realise we were in the presence of such a high performance athlete." He remarked earning a snort from Ric.
The liquor swishing around in Jake's stomach seemed to hinder his ability to pick up on Damon's sarcasm as he looked up and shot him another grin.
"Alright, it was nice meeting you Damon. See you in school Mr Saltzman."
Ric tilted his head in acknowledgement and Damon simply shot him a tight lipped smile.
"See you guys later." *yn* waved before bursting into a fit of giggles as Jake eagerly pulled her back inside.
Damon glanced down. His grip on his glass tightened. Jake's hand was entwined with hers.
Ric glanced between the disappearing couple and Damon.
"Careful buddy, you might break that glass."
"I hate high school jocks." Was all Damon responded with as he drained his drink and immediately reached for the bottle.
"What's his deal anyway?"
"Who? Jake Masters?" Alaric queried. He let out a scoff when Damon inclined his head.
"Uh I don't know, he's the captain of the waterpolo team. Not the greatest at history, thinks he's gods gift to women, the usual." Alaric shrugged.
Damon hummed in response. He swirled his drink in his hand absentmindedly as his eyes fixed on the doorway that *yn* and Jake had disappeared through.
"What time is Andie getting here again?" Ric asked him.
"Damon." Ric repeated after a few moments.
"What?"
Ric tried to hide his amused smirk as he studied his friend. "I said what time is Andie getting here again?"
"Oh uh-" Damon's eyes shifted back to the doorway. "11 or something." He spoke dismissively.
Almost as if they had a mind of his own, his legs pulled him up onto his feet. Unable to fight the pull to head inside anymore, he slammed his glass down. "I'm just going to go grab another drink."
Ric raised a brow and glanced at the nearly full bottle of bourbon placed between them. He smirked in amusement.
"You do that buddy."
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"Oops sorry!"
Damon glared as another drunk teenager fumbled into him. He pressed the bottle to his lips and tilted his head back. His brow furrowed when the taste of bourbon didn't reach his tastebuds.
He glanced down and cursed under his breath when he saw it was empty. He tossed it to the ground before promptly plucking another bottle out of the hands of a girl passing him who looked like she was about to puke.
"No no, trust me you don't want this." He stared into her eyes, "you want to go outside and puke your guts out on the grass, not on my expensive leather couch."
He rolled his eyes as she nodded numbly and walked past him. He pressed his body against the wooden support beam, his eyes drifting over the unfamiliar faces.
"If you're looking for *yn*, I last saw her in the stoner den."
He glanced to his left to see Elena standing beside him.
"I wasn't. But thanks for the update." He answered as he pressed the new bottle to his lips.
Elena didn't need to know that he'd spent the last twenty minutes trying to find her and had now given up and decided to sulk in the corner.
"Whatever you say."
His eyes narrowed as he glared down at her. She met his gaze with an innocent smile. He resisted the urge to ask her what she meant by that, because a part of him knew exactly what she was hinting at - which had been exactly what Ric had been hinting at - and that was a conversation he wasn't exactly ready to face.
"Have fun sulking." She patted his shoulder and disappeared into the crowd. He watched her go as he took another gulp. What had started out as a fun night was quickly becoming a chore.
He stiffened when his ears detected a laugh that he knew like the back of his hand. Sure enough, it wasn't long until his eyes fell on *yn*.
He clenched his jaw when he saw that she was following after Jake Masters. He was still holding her hand, and was now leading her towards the centre of the room where a dance floor had formed.
Jake turned to *yn* and leant down, whispering in her ear as he encircled his arms around her waist. She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck as the two began to move to the heavy bass.
As Jake moved, a vein in his neck pulsed out. Damon felt the veins stir under his eyes. All he needed was to sink his teeth into that vein and he could rip his head clean-
"Hasn't anyone ever taught you it's rude to stare?"
Damon ripped his eyes away from the couple, turning his steely gaze to Caroline.
"What do you want blondie." He muttered as he turned his attention back to the dance floor.
"Nothing. Just here to remind you that you are in front of hundreds of people so now is not really the time to get your dracula on."
He rolled his eyes, "I'm fine."
"Really? Because to me it looks like you're about to go rip Jake Masters head off."
Damon's gums ached at he mention of his name.
"Don't you have other things to be worried about blondie?" He sneered.
"Not really."
"Not even your little wolf boy getting it on with a leggier version of you over there?"
Caroline followed his gaze to see Tyler and none other than slutty Sophie of all people grinding on each other in the middle of the room. Caroline ground her teeth and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"Doesn't bother me." Her voice raised an octave.
"You sure about that? I think that bottle is suffocating." Caroline glanced down and huffed as she loosened the grip on the wine bottle.
"This isn't about me." Caroline hissed as she turned to face him.
"This is about you admitting that seeing Jake and *yn* together is driving you crazy."
"Why would it?"
"Uh gee Damon, I don't know let me think, maybe because you have feelings for her?"
Her words were like a slap in the face. It was the first time anyone had said it out loud. Had dared to voice what they had all been thinking. All of a sudden it felt very real. Very much a possibility that Damon did indeed have feelings for his friend. He felt like the room was closing in on him.
Damon shook his head and forced a chuckle out past his lips, "sorry blondie, but you don't know what you're talking about."
"Really?" She raised her brow, "so that doesn't bother you in the slightest?"
He turned his head and his eyes found *yn*'s figure instantly. His jaw clenched and he pursed his lips.
She had turned around to press her back against Jake's. His hands were roaming her side, brushing the red fabric higher up her thighs. He was placing kisses along her neck and muttering into her ear which was making her giggle.
That single wasp inside him had now spawned into a hive, stinging him from the inside out. Right then and there, he could have ripped the heads off every single person in this room. Tear them limb from limb. Anything to get rid of this sick feeling in his stomach.
A feeling he hadn't felt in a long time, perhaps ever.
A feeling you most definitely did not have towards a friend.
"Oh is that Jake Masters with *yn*?" Elena had reappeared beside him.
"Good for her, he's so hot-"
Damon didn't hear anything else after that, because in that moment Jake had leant in and whispered into her ear once more.
"What do you say we go find somewhere quieter to talk?"
His pulse was ringing in his ears, Jake's smarmy voice slithering around in his head. His legs had moved before he had even decided to. Making a beeline for *yn*.
He had no idea what his plan was. All he knew was that if he didn't get her away from his guy, he was going to murder someone. Jealousy had never agreed with him. It made him even uglier than usual.
"I need to talk to you."
*yn* twisted around in Jake's arms, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Damon standing in front of her.
"I'm a little busy."
Damon glared at Jake behind her before his eyes flickered down to her.
"It's important."
"I'm sure it can wait." She shot back.
Jake glanced between them, his brow furrowing as he tried to understand what was going on.
"Jake-" Damon began as he locked eyes with the teenager. "Why don't you go do us proud and win another beer pong championship." He cocked his head and grinned, "and don't come back."
Jake's eyes clouded over momentarily, before he blinked and his eyes focused on *yn*.
"Will do!" Jake grinned.
"Damon!" *yn* protested. It was futile as Jake's hands slipped from around her waist. They watched as he marched towards the kitchen with a determined pace.
"What the hell." She growled as she glared up at him. "I was having fun."
"Of course you were, who wouldn't be with the reigning beer pong champion of Mystic Falls." Damon drawled as he gripped her elbow and dragged her through the crowd.
"I wasn't planning on marrying the guy." She snapped back as he led her up the stairs. "He's hot, it's a party. You do the math."
He gritted his teeth at her answer as he guided her into his bedroom.
"You're drunk."
She huffed as she stormed into the centre of the room.
He shut the door. The noise from the party underneath them was immediately dampened. Now only a dull roar, background noise that occasionally seeped in through the floorboards.
"I don't want you making a decision you'll regret tomorrow."
She inhaled sharply before swivelling around to face him. Her fists clenched at her sides.
"That's not your decision to make."
"You're right. It's not." He nodded as he stalked towards her, "but I'm the one who's going to have to pick up the pieces if you get hurt."
She let out a bark of laughter. "Get hurt? I was dancing with him not running off to get eloped."
"Well we all know where it was heading."
Her eyes narrowed at his response.
"Last time I checked you're my friend, not my parent."
Friend. There it was again. That one little noun that was causing so much heartache. So much turmoil inside him.
*yn* knew she should leave it at that. But anger and liquor never mixed well inside her. And she was hurt and confused. All she had wanted to do was distract herself from him and her feelings, yet now it seemed like she couldn't escape him.
Now she felt like she was going crazy because if she didn't know any better, she could have sworn he was jealous.
"Don't you have anything better to do? Isn't your girlfriend supposed to be here?"
Damon didn't miss the way her lips almost curled into a sneer as they formed the word.
"She's working late."
His answer made her stomach drop. Of course they were still together. How stupid could she be to even let herself think for one moment that they might have broken up, that he might-
"Right." She nodded. "Well, I appreciate the whole friend intervention thing or whatever this is." She gestured to him as she took a few steps forward. "But I'm going back to the party."
She had made it all the way past him when she felt his hand curl around her forearm, rooting her in place.
"You seem to be really enjoying using the word 'friend' tonight."
Silence fell over the pair. Her eyes fluttered shut as she inhaled shakily. She opened her eyes once more and stared at the closed door. She could feel Damon's eyes burning holes in the back of her head.
His hand was yet to leave her bare arm.
"Well that's what you are."
She remembered Caroline's words as she tried to control her nerves. She exhaled as she tried to calm her beating heart as she turned to face him.
"Right?"
She kept her gaze defiant and determined as they locked eyes. He searched her eyes, seemingly looking for something in particular.
"I don't know." He began as he took a step toward her.
His ring band was burning into her skin. Her heart hammered.
"Do friends get the urge to rip the heads off arrogant jocks who touch their other friends?"
*yn* swallowed as she held his gaze. Her mind was going at a million miles an hour. She could barely process what was happening.
"Do friends feel physically ill when they hear the word friend being used to describe their relationship?"
Another step forward. His piercing green eyes flickered down to her lips and then back to her eyes.
"Damon-"
She cut herself off as Damon's hand cradled the side of her face. His teeth captured his bottom lip as his eyes once again fell to her mouth. The pad of his thumb glided over her bottom lip.
"I don't think I want to be your friend anymore *yn*." He murmured, his voice causing goosebumps to rise on the back of her neck.
"In fact, I don't think I've hated the word as much as I do right now." He whispered as he pressed his forehead against hers.
The alcohol running through her veins was clouding her reasoning, not even giving her a chance to think about Andie or Jake, or what the implications of this in the morning would be.
But in that moment, she didn't care. All she could think about was the smell of his cologne invading her senses and the feeling of his fingers running along her hot skin. About how desperate she was to have his mouth on hers.
All it took was the slightest tilt of *yn*'s chin to connect their lips. Her eyes fluttered shut as he finally let go of her arm to bring his other hand up to her cheek, cupping her face in his hands.
Their lips moved in sync as she pressed herself against him, nearly letting out a moan at the feeling. Her hands threaded themselves through his hair as he moved one hand to ensnare her waist. His hand travelled down just as she-
"They're kissing!" The muffled voice on the other side of the door made them pull apart in surprise. She glanced over her shoulder.
"Caroline?" *yn* asked as Damon ran a hand over her lower back. Damon nodded.
"And Elena."
*yn* let out a breathy laugh as she turned back to look up at him.
"Moment ruined?" He asked, a rare smile spreading across his lips as he studied her.
"Kinda." She grinned back as she leant up to capture his lips in another kiss.
They pulled apart after a few moments, pressing their foreheads together as they caught their breaths.
"I have to say *yln*." Damon murmured, a smirk twisting up onto his lips.
"I love not being your friend."
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I love this fic, it's been so long since I've just done a stand alone fic!!! As always, feedback is always appreciated. Please give it back here x
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Enchanted To Meet You | Damon Salvatore
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summary: following an invitation sent by giuseppe salvatore, you arrive at the newly built town of mystic falls and meet his eldest son, damon salvatore, who is enchanted by you the second your eyes meet
pairing: fem! reader x damon salvatore
words: 1.5k
a/n: needed a sweet human damon so i wrote this fic
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It was a dark night when your carriage pulled into the Salvatore estate in a town called Mystic Falls. It was your first time you’ve stepped foot in the small virginian town.The carriage came to a halt, horses neighing when you felt the coachman get off his seat as the body moderately swayed. Seconds later the door was opened and you set eyes on the white estate. Lights illuminating the property, guests entering the doors as three men stood out front, shaking their hands and welcoming them to Mystic Falls.
You placed your hand on top of the footman’s hands, carefully stepping out of the carriage and onto the ground, your blue gown squeezing past the carriage doors, brushing off any wrinkles that might’ve appeared. Touching up your hair, you made your way to the stairs to officially arrive at the party.
‘Miss Watson,’ Giuseppe Salvatore greeted you with a kiss to your gloved hands, the two younger men on either side staring at you. ‘How lovely of you to come out tonight. I hope you will find the party most pleasant.’
‘Mr. Salvatore,’ you curtsied as he took your hand, greeting him with a smile. ‘Thank you for the invitation. I was pleased to be invited. Since I was a little girl I have forever adored your get-togethers so greatly. On behalf of my parents I will extend their condolences for not being able to make it tonight. You must know they begged me to tell you how very unpleasant they felt with the short notice. Apologies.’
‘No apology necessary,’ he expressed. ‘Please meet my sons, Damon,’ he nodded towards the dark haired boy, ‘and Stefan.’ The blond one.
‘The famous Salvatore brothers,’ you fixed your gaze on them. ‘I’ve heard quite the tales of the two of you. Your closeness and gentlemanliness travels a great deal of distance. Many of the ladies in town fancy you without ever having set eyes on you.’ You disclosed, feeling Damon’s eyes linger on you as you took turns to study their features. ‘But I can attest that you two are a sight for sore eyes…’
‘You flatter us, Miss Watson,’ Stefan took your hand and placed a kiss on your glove. ‘Word of your beauty travels too. We too can see why.’
You turned your head to Damon who took hold of your gloved hand, his warmth spreading through the material as his lips touched that same fabric, your stomach churning as he looked up at you with crystal blue eyes, batted through dark lashes.
‘Miss Watson, it is a pleasure that you could join us this evening. I hope my father’s party will be to your liking.’
‘The pleasure is all mine, Mister Salvatore.’ You lifted the corner of your mouth, removing your hand from his grasp and passed them to step into the house, welcomed by the soft chords of violins and a piano, clinking of glasses and chattering mixed with lighthearted laughs.
You took a look around the room, every surface sparking with decorations, women in their best gowns—men in their best suits. All come together to celebrate the founding of the new town. The so-called founding families talking of their plans over expensive drinks.
‘Miss Watson,’ you picked up the voice of Damon Salvatore sneaking up on you.
You turned over your left shoulder to find yourself standing opposite him. His curly locks falling down his forehead, highlighting his pale skin and icy eyes.
‘I apologise for catching you so early on, but I was wondering if you might like a tour of our new home?’ His eyes gleamed at you. ‘Our garden has a beautiful view of the lake that is lit by tiny little fireflies,’
‘You are taking too good care of me, Mister Salvatore.’
‘Please,’ he gave you a polite smile, ‘call me Damon.’
‘Then you can call me, Y/n,’ you returned the smile, seeing his fist ball up.
‘Shall we?’ Damon placed his hand in front of his torso, nodding you to take his arm to chaperone you across the large estate.
‘We shall,’ you said, latching yourself onto Damon’s arm as he guided you out of parlour, the atmosphere immediately quieting down as soon as you left the celebrations, only servants and household staff occasionally crossing your paths.
Damon walked you down to the riverside, the sound of flowing water making you appreciate nature. The glow of fireflies swarming through the night’s sky underneath the stars. Wind sweeping across your skin as you glanced back at the house.
‘You know, some might think we’re courting.’ He chuckled, him too sharing a look at the house.
‘We hardly know each other, Damon.’ You tilted your head, seeing that he was already looking at you. His eyes are still sparkling despite the lack of light. ‘And our so-called courting is bound by you showing me your home.’
‘What would you like to know about me?’
‘I haven’t really thought about what I’d like to know, I must admit,’ you chuckled, staring back at the fireflies and the water.
‘How about I start?’ He suggested, taking the initiative to walk along the river.
You hummed in response.
‘Have you ever been courted before?’
‘Damon!’ You snapped your head towards him, very much shocked by his sudden question. ‘You are prying into a lady’s personal life…’
‘It’s a conversation starter!’ He protested, his pearly white smile making your cheeks grow hot.
‘Fine,’ you sighed jestfully. ‘A few months ago Mr. Cooper from town asked to escort me to the Wilson’s family celebrations. When we were alone I tried to return to the others as it was highly inappropriate to be alone in his presence,’ you occasionally bumped into Damon’s side as you kept walking. ‘But when I tried to leave, he wouldn’t let go of my arm and came so close to my face I knew he was going to kiss me. But I didn’t want to. So my hand sort of slipped and I hit him so hard, blood started to drip from his nose. And since then he’s been avoiding me.’
‘Are you serious?’ Damon stopped, letting you take another step before you realised the crunching of grass got quieter, turning around to see his half lit face. Eyes staring at you.
‘Oh my,’ your eyes darted across the ground, taken aback by your loose mouth, ‘I don’t know why I told you that. That—that was uncalled for and inappropriate. It was an accident…hitting him. He was a kind gentleman and my clumsiness ruined a perfectly good courting.’
‘What are you talking about?’ Confusion coated his lips. ‘You didn’t do anything wrong, Y/n.’
‘I didn’t?’
‘You didn’t.’
‘I’m sorry but you were just so silent I thought this story was upsetting you,’ you breathed out deeply, your fingers playing with the hems of your gloves.
‘Oh, I am a serious listener,’ Damon said, his tone letting you know that he was smiling. ‘He was, excuse my language,’ cough, ‘a dick.’ He smirked, whispering the last words of the sentence.
‘Damon!’ You acted shocked, your mouth opening to a wide smile.
‘What?’ He laughed.
‘Perhaps you are right,’ you pondered. ‘He was a really big dick.’
‘Language, Miss Watson!’ Damon scolded you, giving you the same fake shock factor you had just moments ago.
‘You are a bad influence on me, Mister Salvatore,’
‘Are you accusing me, Miss Watson?’ Damon stepped closer, his delightful nature making you more relaxed than you ever have been around a man you’ve only known a couple of hours.
‘I certainly am, Mister Salvatore.’ You stepped even closer, so closer your chest almost touched his, feeling the warmth of his breath clash with the mild night’s air.
Your eyes lingered on his lips, pink and plush as his tongue came out to wet them, glancing up at his eyes, seeing that they were staring at your lips before meeting your eyes.
‘This is inappropriate,’ you whispered, your chest rising as your breaths got deeper.
‘It is…’ Damon whispered back, his delayed breathing reaching the skin of your neck.
Your faces inched closer, lips hovering over each other, enough space to save yourself from improper behaviour. His scent so addictive. Your lips lingered, your noses touched as you breathed in heavily, torn whether or not to kiss him but you were scared someone would see. But it was just a kiss? Could anyone blame you if you just wanted a simple taste?
You leaned in closer, placing your lips on his as his lips melted into yours, pulling out the kiss. Damon placed his hand on your face, allowing him to hold you. A tight feeling in your chest spread heat through your entire body, compelling you to completely give into his touch.
When you slowly pulled away, he rested his head against your forehead, his gaze on your as you panted in silence.
‘I think I like you, Miss Watson.’
‘I’ve liked you the second I set eyes on you, Mister Salvatore. This kiss only proved how I felt, even if it meant that I would sin for you.’
‘Very inappropriate, Miss Watson.’ Damon lectured with jest.
‘Indeed.’
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whatweknew · 10 months
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I saw your other requests and I just love love love them! I'm wondering if you can do what dating Damon Salvatore would include? Thank you!!
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˚₊·➳❥ Dating Damon Salvatore
would include... (18+)
Fancy dinners
Expensive but thoughtful gifts (money is no object)
You catch his expensive cologne with every hug or every time he walks by
Tasting bourbon on his tongue
Over-protective (despite saying he’s working on it…)
Getting drunk with him
Getting stoned with him
Late night drives in the Camaro
ROAD TRIPS!
Going down on you for hours 
Princess treatment!!!
Pet names (princess, baby, angel, bunny, dollface, sugar, mamas–THE LIST GOES ON)
Staying up late together
Sex in the Camaro (he loves how cramped it is)
Forehead kisses
Cheeks kisses
Kisses on the back of your hand
Neck kisses
Just KISSES. EVERYWHERE.
Always holding your hand
Or has his arm over your shoulder
Or around your waist
His love language is physical touch, quality time and expression of love and affection
Always complimenting you
Theatrics with pretty much everything.
Brings you breakfast in bed
Drives you places
He has all the gossip but only tells you
Always paying for things
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Jealousy Doesn't Suit You <> Damon Salvatore
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Not sure if this is how I wanted this to turn out or not. My writing isn't how it used to be, but I hope y'all enjoy it anyways.
Request: The reader and Damon could be playing hard to get and is too stubborn to admit they both fancy and love each other so one day the reader flirts with a guy knowing that it’ll really make Damon annoyed and he gets all jealous. But maybe one night Damon cooks the reader a romantic dinner and tells her he’s been in love with her since the first time they locked eyes on each other.
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When Damon wants something, he gets it. However, with you, it’s easier said than done. He was so in love with you, but that was the last thing he would admit to you, let alone anyone else. 
This week had been a disaster. Your constant attempts at getting Damon’s attention have all failed miserably. You would never admit to liking him. Okay, that was an understatement. You had a fiery passion for this man, but that’s not something you would openly tell someone as news around this town travels quite fast. 
So now, you were drowning out your sorrows at Mystic Grill, sparking up conversations with Matt as he was working the bar this evening. When he wasn’t serving other customers, he was cleaning glasses and talking to you. 
“What’s gotcha down, (Y/Nickname)?” Matt asks, using your favorite nickname that only your closest friends use, as he leans forward on the counter across from you. 
“Oh, nothing,” You answer, leaning your head on your fist, your arm bent across the bar. You held a toothpick between your fingers as you traced random lines and shapes around the wood. “Just the usual. Work, mostly, among other things.” You shrugged, continuing your invisible art.
You always thought Matt, as one of your best friends, had this intuition, as if he knew almost if not everything about you. What you didn’t know was that he knew the one thing that you hadn’t told a single person, the one thing you didn’t want anyone to know. And, although he didn’t like the certain fact, he vowed to always be there for you, despite the situations you refused to tell him or anyone else about.
That’s why when he glances over at the door to see Damon waltzing in, Matt continued to keep up the conversation, keeping his eyes on the man that stole your heart without even knowing.
Damon immediately spotted you at the bar, his brain sensing your presence the second he walked in. He noticed a melancholic expression adorned your face as he made his way over to his usual booth in the corner. Damon didn’t show his emotions on the outside, but whenever he saw you, his emotions went wild on the inside. He wanted to know what made you so sad. He wanted to comfort you. When it came to you, every part of him that anyone has ever known is thrown out the window, replaced by a sweet, kindhearted man who wants to love and be loved by you. 
“Can I get you something to drink? Maybe (your favorite cocktail), your favorite?” Matt smiled your way, making your eyes flick to his, a smile crawling onto your lips. Somehow, you came here not wanting to be home alone doing nothing, just wanting to be out and about, and thought you’d see if Matt was working. So, when you came into Mystic Grill, you didn’t even think about drinking oddly enough, only looking for some friendly convo with your friend.
Matt’s suggestion pulled a laugh out of you, it coming out louder than you intended, but you didn’t care. “Oh, Matt, my friend, you know me so well,” You smiled sheepishly, getting one in return from him. 
You spin around in your bar stool, facing the restaurant to people-watch as Matt made your drink, only to be met with the piercing blue eyes of the one and only Damon Salvatore. Of course, he would be here. How had you not even noticed until now?
Your smile falls and you panic as you quickly spin back around to face the bar, your cheeks burning, most likely red as rubies. Just then, Matt slides your drink in front of you, pulling your attention to him. You meet his eyes and he already had a knowing look on his face. How did he know? You thought questioningly. Matt offered you a smile and a wink, and you decided to take matters into your own hands.
Damon’s POV
Watching Y/N with Matt, or any other guy for that matter, is torture. I should be the one to make her smile, to make her laugh, to make her feel anything at all. But, no. With Y/N, I’m a coward. I’m usually so confident, but with her, I can’t control myself. Why can’t I just go up to her and tell her how I feel? 
Because I’m not that kind of person. I can’t outwardly express my feelings. I don’t deserve her anyway. I can’t be the guy she deserves. But watching her laugh like that with someone who isn’t me makes my blood go cold. I can’t do this anymore. I’ve always been selfish. And if being selfish is what it takes to have her in my life the way I want, that’s how it’s going to be. And I know exactly how to make it happen. 
I stand and rush out of the grill, just barely missing what seemed to be a longing glance from Y/N as I storm out, her eyes glued to my retreating back. I pass by Stefan and Enzo on my way out. I was supposed to meet them, but the matter at hand is much more important. I speed home to get everything prepared. 
* * *
I’d say Y/N knows me better than I know myself. We’re inseparable and that’s why I can’t hold back anymore. I can’t handle not being able to hold her and kiss her and just show the world how much I love this woman. 
Damon: I need you to come over. It’s an emergency…
Y/N: What? Why? What’s going on? Is everything okay? Are you okay?
That’s a big reason why I love her so much. Always making sure everyone is alright, doing everything in her power to fix things and make everything okay. 
Damon: No, questions. Just get here as soon as possible.
Y/N isn’t a vampire. She’s so purely human that it makes me love her more. But, that’s also why I’m so surprised by how fast she got here despite not being able to run at an inhumane speed like me. 
“Damon!” She screamed through the house. I didn’t answer back, just waiting for her to find me in the kitchen. “Hello?” She called out again. 
When she did finally reach the kitchen, skidding to a halt, she seemed out of breath, naturally, and panicked, as she did at the bar, but different. Her cheeks were flustered as her eyes widened and she made her way towards me quickly. 
“Damon, what’s going on? What’s the emergency?” She attempted to catch her breath as she looked around at the large kitchen island that was covered in the ingredients of her favorite dinner. She may know me better than I know myself, but I also know every little thing about her. 
“Oh, nothing. I just wanted you to get here as fast as possible. Great timing by the way. Dinner’s almost ready,” I said in my normal nonchalant tone, turning to the oven to take out the main course. When I turned around, however, Y/N did not look happy. Stunned, maybe, her eyes still wide in disbelief as she stared at me. I froze in my tracks, staring right back into her beautiful blue eyes. That’s when I noticed what she was wearing. She’d changed from what she had on at the bar. It looked like she had gone home to get comfy and relax in her black lace cropped tank top and matching pj shorts. I couldn’t help but glance down at the stretch of tummy she was showing off. I couldn’t get enough of it, I couldn’t hold back a small smile, hoping she wouldn’t notice. 
She had thrown on a jacket and boots (as it was Winter), and she didn’t waste a second getting here. A twinge of guilt ran through me, but the selfish part of me was just glad she was here and looking gorgeous in spite of the casual attire. 
“Damon Guiseppe Salvatore!” Y/N started as she made her way toward me, stopping as she leaned toward me against the island. “What the hell is wrong with you?! You think it’s okay to just tell me there’s an emergency when there isn’t? To tell me to get here as fast as possible without a single reason?” She finished, her eyes burning with anger. I could see another emotion in there, but I couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was. 
“I did have a reason. I want to cook you dinner, that’s what I’m doing, and I wanted you to get here ‘cause I cook fast.” I shrugged as if it was obvious, getting back to the last of the food. 
“Damon…” She sighed in exasperation. The guilt was getting stronger the more negative emotion she showed, although I tried to ignore it. “You can’t… you can’t just…” I looked up after hearing her hesitation to see her eyes getting red and tears building up before they spilled over all together. The anger washed away as something completely different took over. She held her hand up to her throat, leaning down against the counter, attempting to hold herself up. I dropped what I was holding, not caring what it was, and sped over to her, pulling her upright and holding her against me. Every wall I’ve ever built came crashing down, and it was all for her. I held her close as she cried into my chest.
“Baby, why are you crying?” The nickname just slipped out, and if she noticed, she didn’t let it show. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would affect you like this.” She pulled away, something that looked almost like hurt evident in her eyes. 
“Damon, you know how I am,” Her voice didn’t sound as angry, but there was still a lot of emotion in her tone. “You tell me something’s wrong and I’m there within minutes. It doesn’t matter what it is. But you go and do this, especially after the week I’ve had. But, of course, you wouldn’t notice. No one ever does. No one ever notices the sadness, the depression, the anxiety. Why do I even try? Why-?” I couldn’t let her go on like this anymore. I leaned forward, taking her in my arms, and captured her lips with mine in the most passionate kiss, the one I’ve been waiting for since I first met her. 
I pulled away, holding her face in my hands, her hands latched onto my wrists. “I notice everything,” I begin, my tone firm as I stare intently into her eyes. “I notice every little thing about you because I love you!”
She gasped, her eyes that were frozen to mine widening in shock. “What?” She was barely able to let out a whisper of a word.
“How could you not see it? Every time we went out, I would notice your nervous ticks. I would notice how you tried to hide it with a smile so no one else would see. I would take your hands, calming you down. Every time you came here looking all sad and broken, I could see the tears and I would talk to you. Every time you had one too many drinks or you were just so tired that you couldn’t stand on your own two feet, I was there to help you and take care of you. And I do it all because I love you. I love you so much, Y/N, and I have since the moment I laid eyes on you. And I hate that I haven’t told you ‘til now, but I thought you’d be better off without me. I know you deserve better than me, but I’m too selfish to stay away. So, I’m taking you and I’m making you mine.” I stared into her ocean eyes, trying to gauge a reaction, an emotion, anything, but came up empty.
Until she stood on her toes and pressed her lips to mine and I welcomed them with all the emotion that I had built up for her. I bent down so she didn’t have to reach up anymore, her hand reaching up to curl around the back of my neck. I wrapped my arms around her waist, holding her tight against me as she arched her back to mold her body with mine, and she fit perfectly.
“It’s about time.” I chuckled at her words, almost missing her lips. “Ya know, jealousy doesn’t suit you,” She giggled, her face just centimeters from mine. I groaned, leaning my forehead against her, my thumbs brushing over her bare waist.
“Oh, darling, I can’t tell you how much I wanted to punch every single guy that touched you, let alone those who even looked at you. You’re mine and if anyone else sets a finger on you, I-” She interrupted me by placing her finger against my lips, hers turning into a sly smile. 
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you, my love. You have nothing to worry about. I am yours and I love you.” She admitted sheepishly, her cheeks turning red. I’ve always loved making her blush, even when she didn’t notice it happening. “But I will get you back for what you did. You just wait,” She tried to be menacing as she fisted my shirt in her hand. I found it quite adorable. I just smiled mischievously, leaning down and picking her up in my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist as I take her lips in mine once again. Oh, how I’ve longed for this magnificent woman. 
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Damon Salvatore x wife reader
Where all she does is wheeze
She laughs at everything and all she does is wheeze and snort while crying for like 30 minutes straight as Damon looks at her and can't stop himself from laughing
Everyone just walks into the Salvatore home and asks what she's laughing about as they start laughing
Damon just shrugs and says
"she saw something hilarious on her phone and now she won't stop wheezing."
And like a little part where he says
"that's my wife." Like a 'i married that thing' LOLL
I just need this, I wheeze so much that it's an issue
GIRL SAME.
Funny - Damon Salvatore
Warnings: none.
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Damon never understood why you found the smallest things the most hilarious. It was strange to him that you could watch someone trip over and break into fits of laughter right before his eyes in the centre of town. Of course, he found similar things funny, but not in the way you did. It would be impossible to stop your fits of laughter once they began, and he just had to let you ride it out when they happened. It did make him feel good, however, that with every joke he told, you would burst into a cackling bundle of joy. He adored it, even when others found it a little strange.
It was one of those days when Damon entered the living room to you, sitting on the couch with your phone in hand. It all seemed normal, or as normal as it could be in the Salvatore house, when he heard a small snort from across the room. It came from you, he knew that much, and when he turned to get a good look at your figure, you were lost in the humour of whatever you'd just seen before he could stop it. You had collapsed lying on the couch now as you wheezed like you couldn't catch your breath. It was continuous and soon you fell from the piece of furniture, landing with a loud thump on the floor.
"What's got you this time?" He strolls up to you with an amount of swagger no one else can muster, but he's close to bursting out in laughter himself just at the sight of you on the floor. He snatches your phone from your hands, and you don't protest, slamming your hand on the carpet repeatedly as you continue to lose yourself in the situation. Damon eyes the screen of your phone, watching the video that had turned his wife into the wheezing mess that you were. It's a dog as far as Damon can tell, and as the video progresses, he watches said animal fall down a set of stairs. He watches the dog roll and smiles to himself, before turning his gaze to you again. "Funny dog?" He questions and you manage to lift your head enough to nod through your laughter. You've got tears streaming down your face now, and you're holding your stomach from the cramps of it all. And just like that, you've got Damon going too. He finds himself lost in laughter, crouching to the floor to try and lift you to your feet. "C'mon, up you get." It's hard for him to say because he can't entirely keep himself upright as he chuckles, but he manages as you grasp onto him tightly, still lost in your loud excessive wheezing.
"He—he fell. He just rolled." Your words come as gasps and Damon is cackling now, allowing you to collapse again because in truth there is no amount of strength that can keep you from rolling on the floor when you're like this.
"What the hell is going on?" Somehow Stefan has found his way into the room, a deep frown covering his features more than usual as he watches you roll around once more, unable to stop. Damon turns his head, grinning wide at his brother.
"She saw a dog fall down some stairs, it really got her going." He snorts as he says it, thinking about the video himself, and the way you're currently reacting to it. You've spent years with Damon doing things like this, and he remembers the day he made fun of the way Stefan decided to dress for your and Damon's wedding day. You'd absolutely lost it at the altar, and it took around twenty minutes to get the ceremony back on track.
"She's going this crazy over a dog?" Stefan is leaning against the doorframe looking more than just unimpressed, though Damon is loving the show of it all, especially the quiet moments where you try and catch your breath, only to continue laughing seconds later.
"It wasn't just any dog Stefan; it was a dog falling down some stairs." Damon pats his brother on the shoulder as he approaches, standing beside him as he watches you work yourself up over the thing. His face aches with the length of time he's spent grinning, and he finds himself chuckling again as you let out a long, loud wheeze. And then you go quiet, breathing slowly as you calm down. But Damon loves the sound of your laugh, the genuine sound of your joy, so he starts you up again.
"He just rolled down those stairs, right baby?"
"He rolled!" You shout back, the last syllable morphing into yet another wheeze before your back at it, rolling around and grasping your cramping stomach.
"You seriously married her, you know that right?" It's Stefan again, and his gaze goes back and forth between your figure and Damon's, entirely confused by the whole situation. Damon seems to smile wider at the mention of that because the concept of forever with you, and a hundred more moments like this just sounds perfect to him.
"Hell yeah, I did. That's my damn wife." And Stefan doesn't understand it, but Damon couldn't care less as he moves forward to meet you again, crouching at your side once more. He pulls you up into a sitting position, and you grasp his arms, as you try and keep yourself steady.
"He was so cute, but he just couldn't make it down those stairs." You're still gasping, your words coming in short bursts as you wheeze over and over, laughing until your ribs feel as though they're on fire, and Damon joins you because he can't think of anything better.
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crazyk-imagine · 5 months
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Running for your Love
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Pairing: Damon Salvatore x Vampire!reader
Characters: Vampire!reader, Damon Salvatore, Katherine Pierce (Katerina Petrova)
Warnings: Blood, half blood sharing, hunters, stakes, almost dying, Damon being Damon, surprise Katherine appearance bc why not, Damon snapping someone's neck, classis oblivious mystic falls residents
Word Count: 793
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You roll your eyes, slamming the glass down on the bar top, tired of his attitude. “You know it may not matter to you, but it matters to me you ass,” you say, walking out of the Mystic Grill.
Damon rolls his eyes, knowing you’re right (and he’s just being an ass) so he continues to drink his bourbon.
“You know you could be a little nicer seeing as you love her and all,” the female says, sitting beside him.
He doesn’t have to turn to see who it is, the voice is enough. “What the hell do you want Katherine?”
She shrugs. “Nothing. I got all I needed from that.”
“Are you here to tell me how pathetic I’m being?”
“No,” she starts off. “I’m here to tell you to get off your ass and go after her.”
“Really?” He turns in his seat, needing to see her face as she talks. “You care about my love life? I find that hard to believe.”
She lets out a quiet chuckle and shakes her head. “Not yours. Hers.”
“Why?”
“We were friends once upon a time, believe it or not. I’d like to think that’s still true even if everyone thinks I’m a bitch.”
“Aren’t you?”
She smirks. “I’m not disagreeing with you, but you should think hard about go after her.”
He pushes himself off the stool and rushes out the door, searching for you. He turns the corner at the sound of someone struggling and finds you in a fight with a hunter.
He rushes closer and pulls the guy off you, snapping his neck. He sighs before rushing to you. “Are you okay?” Damon cups your cheeks, checking you over, wanting to make sure you’re okay.
Your face scrunches in pain as the small piece of wood travels closer and closer to your heart. “No.”
“What is it?”
“It,” your head bounces against the brick wall. You lose your breath. “A piece of his stake is moving and I-” You don’t think you can describe it anymore, the pain becoming more and more unbearable. He nods, hands stopping on your shoulders.
“Okay, okay. Where is it right now?”
You clench your jaw, shaking your head.
“Hey, hey.” He places his hands on your back your cheeks, forcing you to focus on something other than your pain. “I know it hurts, I know it does but I need you to focus on this and tell me where it is so I can help.”
You take a deep breath, “just- it’s close to my heart. I need you to get it.”
“I know, I am but I need you to do something for me.”
“What?” You groan.
“Don’t scream.”
You open your mouth to ask why but he covers it as his other hand slowly inches into your chest.
It takes him a few tries but eventually he gets it. “It’s out. It’s out, I got it.” He tosses it to the side, checking you over once more. “Are you okay?”
“Better now that I’m not on the verge of dying, for real this time.”
“We’re joking now?”
“Oh, so you can almost die like a million times and be sarcastic, but I can’t this one time.”
“I’m not- I don’t do that.” You scoff, attempting to take a step forward, only to almost fall.
“Hey, hey. Woah, woah.” He catches you, adjusting his hold on you so his arm is around your waist to keep you upright. “Did you drink anything today?”
You don’t respond.
“I told you if you ever run out, all you need to do is call me and I’ll be there.”
“I’m fine.”
“If collapsing from lack of blood is fine, then you’re it.”
You roll your eyes. “Okay, geez.”
He bites his wrist and offers it to you.
You push him away. “No.”
“It’s better than you pass out, just- work with me.”
“Damon, I’m not drinking your blood. That’s a sacred thing. I can’t.”
“That’s blood sharing and it’s fine. If I had anything in my car, I’d offer it, but I don’t.” He sighs, “please just-”
“Fine, it’ll make you happy.”
He smirks before biting his wrist, inching it closer to you.
You gently grab it and sink your fangs into his wrist.
He closes his eyes until the pain settles and returns his attention to you.
Once you feel better, you shove his wrist away before the temptation becomes stronger. “Thanks,” you wipe your chin using the back of your hand.
“Don’t let this happen again.”
You roll your eyes and start walking away. “Okay.”
He follows after you and wraps his arm around your waist, leading you to the car.
"Is this a blood bag?"
"Nope, don't know what that is."
"Damon!"
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Could do a damon short where it is the day of the Mystic falls pageant and y/n is haveing douts about it because she is not like her sister but damon helps her get though and wins it
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Caroline insisted that we both enter the Padgett but I don’t really understand why. I don’t see the point in dancing around in a dress for a title and a crown. But I am doing it because it will make our mom happy. Slowly walking down the long staircase in the red dress I was wearing my gaze met Damon standing at the bottom of the soars whined made me confused. “Damon, what are you doing. I thought Matt was my escort.”
“Quarterback got hung up with work. So I thought I could step in his place.” He offers me his hand leading me down the last few steps and into the room with the other girls and guys.
He intertwined our hands together where we began moving our feet across the floor. My gaze dropped to the ground where he spun me out and back into his chest. “I don’t like these things very much.”
“Why’s that, Y/n?” He asked me staring softly.
Dropping my gaze to the floor I didn’t want to really tell him because he would probably find it dumb. “Caroline asked me to be in this dumb thing. But I don’t want to do this cause I know she will probably win or someone else. So why do both Forbes girls need to compete.”
"So what is the real reason you don't want to compete in this Padgett?" The raven haired Salvatore brother asked, spinning me out of his chest.
Spinning back into his chest it took me a second before I answered the vampire in front of me. Mostly because I did have feelings for him. My sister said he wasn’t a good guy and just used her when she was still human. So that was what was detouring me from telling him the whole truth. “Damon, I…I don’t feel like I am good enough to beat the girls here. Or even my sister for that matter. I’m not the one who even caught your eye.”
“Is that what you think, Y/n?” He asked raising his voice at me making me avoid his gaze until he broke through the girls dancing leading me back into the building not caring if we messed up the event. “Cause you’re completely wrong that I didn’t notice you. Because I noticed you first.”
Blinking at him I almost couldn’t process it. “Damon, I - why didn’t you say something before now?”
“Because you’re sister basically threw herself at me. And you didn’t so I just went after her. And I’ll walk, away if you don’t feel the same way-“ I cut him off without thinking I crashed his lips onto mine. Wrapping my arms around his neck I deepened it.
He moved one hand up to my face and his other went to my waist kissing me back. Leaning against his embrace where we finally broke the kiss. “Let’s get out of here. Cause this Padgett isn’t our thing.” He nodded taking my hand in his vamping us back to his house.
Comments really appreciated ❤️
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The Vampire Diaries Masterlist
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Lady In Shining Armour
Due to the recent arrival of the Mikaelsons in town, your best friend Caroline doesn't have time for you anymore. It hurts to see you and the girl who has known since you were in diapers grow apart. But when she saves your life, confessions follow up and you realize that vampires are not the only things immortal...
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Outing
Caroline is so not in high spirits, but you know just the thing to cheer up everyone's favourite blonde.
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Dating Miss Mystic Falls
Headcanons of you dating (let's face it) the best Miss Mystic Falls the town has ever had.
Fluff, smut, possibly angst ---COMING SOON!
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Nothing... yet.
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Control
You're new at being a witch and you're not great at controlling your magic. You realise that your older sister Bonnie is the only one who can help you, but you got into a terrible fight with her just a few days back... but blood is thicker than water.
Angst, fluff ----COMING SOON!
Diary Entry
You're crushing on the supposed nemesis of the gang, Klaus Mikaelson, who earns a vivid diary entry. Your friend Bonnie finds out. Disaster ensues.
Angst ---UNDER HEAVY PROGRESS
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Best Summer
Headcanons of you and your best friend Bonnie spending the best summer ever.
Fluff, fluff, fluff! ---COMING SOON!
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Assurance
Amidst the supernatural chaos of Mystic Falls, you and your friends are fighting everyday for your lives. It is easy to be scared, but why fear when Bonnie is here?
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Baking Lessons
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that two crafty teenage girls in the kitchen is the perfect recipe for a disaster.
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Fragments
You are the youngest Gilbert, who recently found out that you had been compelled to leave town. You lose your trust in your eldest sibling, Elena.
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Burn
I'm just loving that dress on you. Let's burn it.
Smut ---UNDER HEAVY PROGRESS
It Has Always Been You
Under a state of intoxication (was it just the alcohol?), you reveal your darkest desires to Stefan, who does his best to make them come true.
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Moment
Amid the supernatural occurrings of Mystic Falls, you and your boyfriend Stefan finally find a moment for yourselves.
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Phone Sex
The title says it all...
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Weekend
Headcanons of how you and your boyfriend Damon spend the weekend.
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Hola, mis amigos!
I'm Avani. I'm new here and I mostly write for myself, but I read all these wonderful stories here and I wanted to share my work as well. I live for books. I'm particularly drawn to classics and I just love the enemies to lovers trope. Cats are love and they should totally rule the world!
I'm also an amateur writer, an artist and I love cooking. I'm a Scorpio and my house is Ravenclaw. I have a knack of being obsessed with everything and anything I come across. I mostly write on Bridgerton and TVDU.
I'm an Elijah girl and have a thing for chin dimples and bespoken suits.
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"That's not how it works Damon," Stefan told his older brother with an eye roll, looking up from where he was sat on the couch at the house, legs crossed, book in hand momentarily forgotten.
"Sure it is," Damon shrugged, sipping his bourbon and leaning against the table, expertly perched to get the best view of you at the other end of the room while appearing casual.
Stefan scoffed and tried to go back to his book, but his eyes betrayed him, unable to focus on the pages as he kept glancing back up to you himself.
Damon noticed.
"You're just jealous that I got 'dibs' in first," he told him knowingly, an eyebrow raised.
Stefan sighed and closed his book, putting it to the side. "How about, Damon, instead of claiming some made up rule of 'dibs'-"
"It is not made up, Stefan, it is very common, and widely respected," Damon's tone dripped with mock sincerity.
"Yes, for the last slice of pizza or the front seat on a road trip, not a human being with free will," Stefan smoothly countered, earning a grumble and eye roll from Damon as he continued; "as I was trying to say, how about, instead of bickering with me and trying to put on some kind of... perceived alpha male dominance-"
"-it's not put on if you already have it-" Damon added in the middle, muttering more to himself than Stefan, who made the point of ignoring him and carrying on with what he was trying to say.
"-we, Damon, simply let Y/N be the judge of who she likes out of either of us, if, in fact, she does like either of us."
Damon tapped the side of his glass with his index finger as he watched you and thought. Then, when Stefan thought he'd actually got through to him, he stood up, cleared his throat and put down his glass.
"Well," he began, "if that's what you want to do baby brother, by all means, make it easier for me to win."
Stefan leaned forward and opened his mouth to challenge Damon, hand part way up to make a point, but he was already walking away towards where you stood with Caroline, slotting himself quite literally between the two of you, back to Caroline, as he started a conversation.
The look on Caroline's face was one of clear exasperation and annoyance as she held up her hands as if to say, what the hell?, turning from Damon's back to direct the silent question to Stefan too.
Stefan's expression was one of apology in return, but also one that read, Damon will be Damon, what can you do? as Caroline scoffed and turned on her heels to walk away.
Still, as Stefan leaned back in his chair and went to pick up his book again, he couldn't help but notice your eyes following Caroline away before flickering over to him.
You weren't as enamoured by Damon as his ego allowed him to believe.
May the best man win after all, Stefan thought.
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You were in the prison world with Damon and Bonnie, but unlike them, you managed to bond with the Siphoner because you're one too. The information Kai was able to give you was invaluable.
You and Kai bonded over being different, and somehow the sociopath was able to get used to your presence without wanting to kill or hurt you. He liked that you understood the pain of being a magic-less witch.
Then when he merged with Luke, his feelings for you became apparent, unfortunately for Damon, who had fallen for you too.
"She would be better with me instead of a pork rind-munching sociopathic sibling murderer." Damon glared at Kai, hating him even more now than he ever did in the prison world.
Kai rolls his eyes with a scoff. "Didn't you kill your own nephew? Listen up, Damon, she's mine, and that's never going to change" The patronizing pat on the vampire's shoulder only made things worse between them.
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heliads · 2 years
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Hi 😊 would you do a Damon Salvatore imagine where you’re dating but one time after a fight you get in a car accident and get hurt badly. Damon feels this and searches for you, just to find you in time to save your life. He then stays with you, taking care of your wounds until you wake up again. Then he apologizes and promises to protect you and never get you hurt again ? Just some really cute fluff with this cutie. Thank you dear ☺️
oh yes damon my fave
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You are riding in a car with your boyfriend when it all breaks down. The two of you were sent out of Mystic Falls to go chase down the latest lead on the latest mess to befall your friends, and what should have been a fun trip has quickly turned into a thunderstorm brewing at the edges of a perfect day.
The two of you have been dead silent for the past twenty minutes, which is never a good sign. Contrary to what he likes to pretend, Damon Salvatore is never one to keep quiet. He likes to rattle off bad jokes like bullets from a gun, or at least offer up sarcastic remarks on anything and everything that crosses his mind. If he’s keeping mum, then he must be able to pick up on the tension more than you thought, which means this is bad.
He breaks eventually, as you’d assumed. Thirty minutes to the border of Mystic Falls, Damon can’t take it any longer, and turns to you with a sigh.
“Listen, sweetheart, are you going to tell me what’s going on or not? I haven’t had someone try this hard to avoid me since I killed Jeremy for, like, the twentieth time.”
You laugh dryly. “I’m not avoiding you, I’m in the exact same car as you. We’re at most three feet apart.”
Damon groans. “You’re going to make this difficult, aren’t you? Well, fine. You’re not avoiding me, you’re just avoiding conversation. Can you tell me what’s wrong, at least?”
You tilt your head towards him, making sure to stare extra hard at the stretch of white t-shirt poking out from his favorite black leather jacket. “You have blood on your collar.”
Damon nods, intentionally slowly so you can feel every second of his impatience. “Yes, I’m a vampire. It happens often.”
You nod back, just as sarcastically. “Yeah, and I know for a fact that you brought one blood bag on this trip and drank it one state back. The only source of blood you had would be the waitresses at the diner we stopped at two hours ago.”
Damon freezes slightly, and even though he tries to play it off, you know you’ve struck on the truth. “Interesting point.”
You fold your arms across your chest. “Now you’re the one making this difficult. You swore to me that you didn’t eat from any of the staff there, because you were ‘trying to be better’ and ‘you only ate from bad people, like a subdued Stefan.’”
Damon hums, looking pointedly at the road so he doesn’t have to face your wrath. “I’m glad that you remember my words so well. It means I’m really important to you.”
You fight the urge to roll your eyes. “We’ve been dating for a year, I’d say you are really important to me. That’s not the point, though. The point is that you lied to me about not feeding on those waitresses, because otherwise you wouldn’t have a very suspicious bloodstain on your previously clean shirt.”
Damon shifts uncomfortably in his seat. “Great work, Sherlock Holmes. You got me. Now, do I have to say that I’m sorry if we both know it won’t be true?”
You throw a hand in the air, frustrated. “I’m not bothered by the fact that you were feeding on people, Damon, we’ve been over this like a thousand times. What hurts is that you lied to me.”
Damon finally takes a break from his staring contest with the horizon to flash a quick, irritated glance your way. “It’s not that big of a deal. I thought you’d get upset about it, something about a past fight where you yelled at me for feasting on the innocent, so I just took care of a problem without having to involve you. What’s so bad about that?”
You scoff. “What’s so bad about lying to your girlfriend? I don’t know, Damon, you tell me. I have been accepting of literally everything else, but you know how I feel about the lies.”
He looks away again. “Oh, right, because you’re such a saint for putting up with me and my tragic vampiric habits.”
Your eyes narrow. “Hey, I never said that. I’ve never had a problem with you being a vampire, I just think it’s bad when you lie to me and you kill people who haven’t done a thing to hurt anyone. I don’t think those two concepts should be so awful to you.”
Damon’s hands drum restlessly on the steering wheel. “If you wanted to change me, you should have said that at the beginning so I could tell you not to get your hopes up. I am who I am, sweetheart, and if you don’t like that, then–”
You speak over him. “Then what, I should leave?”
When he doesn’t respond immediately, you sigh, disgusted. “I can’t believe you. Stop the car.”
Damon slows, then stops when you start tugging at the door handle. “You can’t be serious.”
You laugh incredulously. “If you want me to leave, I will. I’m not dealing with this right now.”
You step out of the car, and walk towards the grassy slope running parallel to the road. Mystic Falls isn’t that far, and you can stroll all the way there yourself if you have to. In the past, Damon wouldn’t have moved an inch except to keep up with you. He would have called you crazy, maybe, but you would always be able to tell that he didn’t mean it. Damon would stay until you got back in, and he wouldn’t let you go. Not once, not ever.
The Damon in the car beside you now, though, is not the man you fell in love with a year ago. This Damon sighs so loudly you can hear it through the lowered windows, and takes off in a rush. You watch his car disappear on the horizon, and only once he’s well and truly gone do you allow your tears to fall, dropping so quickly that you can hardly breathe. The two of you have never been on such rocky shores. You have no idea if you’ll survive this. 
You hate that your love is no longer a guarantee, but there’s nothing you can do about it immediately. For now, though, you have to get home. You can figure out relationship troubles then. You start walking, but about five minutes later, a car slows to a stop beside you. For a moment, your heart surges to your throat, and you hope against hope that it might be Damon, come to apologize.
Instead, the face looking back at you is slightly asymmetrical, framed by shaggy red hair and a sparse beard. You’ve never seen the man before, but he offers you a ride and seems trustworthy, so you take it. If something goes wrong, well, you’ve already left one car today. He does seem a little unfocused, but Mystic Falls isn’t that far off. What could possibly happen in such a short distance?
Damon regrets leaving the second his foot steps on the gas. Damn him and his stupid pride, the way he always has to win an argument or at least look good while leaving. After he travels five minutes or so, he gives in and turns around, but by then, Y/N is already gone. She’s probably gotten a new ride, so he doesn’t have to worry. 
He takes a shortcut home, one known only by people who’ve had the fantastic opportunity of living near the area for a century or so. Damon is just pulling into the driveway of the Salvatore house when something hits him, something stronger than a guilty conscience. He’s never been prone to believe in witchy visions, even despite knowing Bonnie Bennett, so his first instinct is to just brush this incident aside.
Still, something is hammering away at Damon’s head, telling him that if he doesn’t get his ass up and go find Y/N now, he’s going to regret it for the rest of his interminably long life. He doesn’t even bother to stop the car, just turns around and gets back on the road. Damon doesn’t know where he’s going, he just knows that he is, and he won’t stop until he finds something to stop the feeling in his chest telling him that something has happened, something bad.
Damon gets a call about a minute later, and picks it up upon seeing the caller ID flash out the name of Liz Forbes. He answers, one hand still on the wheel.
“Sheriff! What’s up?”
Liz seems tired, the rattle of her sigh turning into static over the line. “You’re still on the road, right? Would you mind heading towards the highway near the entrance to the town? Apparently there was a bad crash just a couple seconds ago, but I’m all tied up with vampire business and I can’t make it out there to check it for myself.”
Damon is starting to connect the dots, revealing a picture that’s far worse than he even wants to imagine. “Absolutely. Heading there now.”
He scarcely hears the sheriff’s last few words of gratitude before he hangs up and starts gunning the engine. Damon knows what this is about, he thinks, but he won’t know for sure until he happens upon the scene of the crash.
Damon finds it soon enough, both thanks to the sheriff’s directions and the strange intuition of his own heart. He can see the crash site from a while away, too. Two mangled frames of metal, glass shards everywhere, burned rubber tracing crazed lines across the pavement. 
Damon pulls off the road and starts running, sprinting towards the felled cars until he finds the one that seems the most right. A redheaded man with cuts streaking his face is yelling something at Damon, but he doesn’t care, even despite the allure of fresh blood. 
He’s just seen a figure in one of the flipped cars, someone who isn’t moving. Damon swears under his breath and moves, pulling the limp body out through a tire-sized hole in the passenger side window.
He knows it’s Y/N even before he touches her, but there is still something absolutely horrifying about seeing her eyelids closed, her entire frame so motionless. Damon carries in her arms a good ways away from the car, enough that the two of them are hidden from view from anyone else, so he can get a good look at her.
It’s bad, to say the least. He can already see several badly broken bones, and judging by the fact that she’s covered in blood and steadfastly refusing to open her eyes, she’s a few moments from death. Already, her breaths are coming slower and slower, scarcely enough to move her chest.
Damon makes a choice in the span of a moment. He tears open his wrist with his teeth, forcing the blood into her mouth. He’s never prayed like this before, but in this moment, Damon swears to everything that’s holy and a few others, anything to ensure that the young woman before him will open her eyes, please. Even if it’s to hate him. Even if it’s to keep up that same stupid, pointless fight. He just needs her to be alright.
Vampire blood doesn’t take long to heal, but even fractions of a second seem like centuries before Y/N finally coughs and starts to sit up. Damon might have accidentally fractured a couple of her ribs with the force of his hug, but he can’t help it. He legitimately didn’t know if she was going to wake again. Nothing can ever make up for that fear.
Y/N’s hand finds his arm, and Damon does his best for a smile. “Hey, hey. You’re going to be alright. It was a bad crash, but you’re better now. Promise.”
Y/N smiles quietly back at him. “Of course I’m okay. You got me out, didn’t you?”
Damon’s heart stirs painfully in his chest. “You’re too good for me, sweetheart. I swear it. God, this is all my fault. I never should have left. I never should have lied.”
Y/N chuckles, the sound raspy in her still-healing chest. “Don’t worry about that anymore. It’s over. I think saving me from a deadly car crash more than makes up for a small squabble.”
Damon sighs. “You can say that all you want, but I don’t know if I’ll believe it for a while. I just need you, alright?”
She smiles again, leaning forward to rest her head against his. “I need you too, Damon. More than anything.”
Damon pulls her close, finally allowing himself to relax. He’s got her back. This is all that matters.
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Damon Salvatore ~ Night Changes (one shot)
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Friends ~Tangled Up - Chandler Bing fiction (one shot)
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whatweknew · 10 months
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Hi so first, I love What We Knew SOO much!! I love how you write. I never imagined Damon Salvatore as a stoner and I especially loved the Ikea-Roadtrip-One-Bed-Trope! ;)
I don't know if this is the right place to request, but I saw that ypure taking one shot ideas and I currently have on in mind:
-Damon Salvatore x fem!witch!reader who is learning to use her powers at the moment. Maybe she will set a curtain in the salvatore house on fire and Damon will get a little angry at her. But in the end he makes her an offer to help with the witchcraft stuff. Damon has a soft spot for y/n and he gives her a forehead kiss and tells her to keep going becaude he is proud??
- lots of love, Daria
Pairing: Damon Salvatore x Fem!Reader
Summary: Damon’s being Damon.
Type: Fluff, arguing, humour, some protectiveness
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 1.1k
A/N: Yesss, thank you for the request!! I’m so happy you’re enjoying What We Knew—lotta cool stuff comin’. I had fun writing this and I hope you enjoy :)
Out of the two brothers, Damon was certainly the less hospitable host. Stefan—being Stefan—hadn’t any issue with Y/N taking up temp. residence at the Salvatore Boarding House. It was a boarding house afterall. Stefan himself suggested she stay there. Damon, however... Phew, his inhospitality could be considered comical if it weren’t for the guilt she felt just by being there. But, Y/N knew he was already going out of his way by letting her stay. Living in his home. Not to mention the countless little things he’d think of, prepare for and protect Y/N from. And it was in situations like these that she would remind herself he was her friend. No matter how ass of a host he was. Or, how much of an ass he just was, 
“What the hell are you doing?!” He exclaimed in that funny tone,
“My homework, Damon!” She said, half-defensive half-panicked. Brows furrowed and arms crossed she watched Damon swoosh out of the living room and return just as fast, fire extinguisher in hand. He aimed the nozzle and put out the flames,
“God, homework doesn’t mean setting a heritage home on fire, Y/N,”
“I’m sorry, Damon, I wasn’t trying to,” she said, brows furrowed,
“You could have just waited,” His eyes widened slightly,
“You were gone for like half an hour!”
“I was in the kitchen,”
“Are you kidding?” She asked, tilting her head like she didn’t quite hear him. At that he sighed and rolled his eyes. Crossing his arms, he shrugged,
“What?” 
“Damon, I only have so much time in my week,” she nearly scoffed, “those of you who had time offered to help me. You offered to support me during my only practice this week and you decided to leave me alone during said practice,” she said, and he rolled his eyes, “how am I in the wrong here?”
“I didn’t really think you’d need a babysitter every second of every day,” he nearly hissed and she scoffed at that,
“I ask again, are you kidding?” She crossed her arms, “you didn’t need to offer your help! That’s a decision you made. If you’re unable to commit to your two hour time slot why would you offer?” She shrugged but he said nothing, “hello?” but he just sighed and shook his head,
“Whatever,” he sighed, “there’s another curtain in the laundry room. I trust you don’t need a babysitter to get that,” he smiled tightly and she scowled, walking past him with her arms crossed. She stood in the front hall and looked left first, then right,
“Down here or upstairs?” She sighed, turning around to him,
“Have you ever seen linens in the downstairs laundry room, Y/N?” He asked sarcastically, tilting his head and at that Y/N furrowed her brows. Her upper lip tugged in disrelish,
“Stop being a dick,” she said, turning for the stairs. She scowled under her breath, rolling her eyes as she marched up the stairs. He could be such a condescending freak sometimes. She turned right, glancing over the bannister on her left. She saw him on a chair, pulling the curtain rod off. She looked forward once more as he turned back around and stepped off the chair. Stopping at the first double door, she could smell a nostalgic laundry cleaner. They’re laundry room was quite nice, old machines they’d only maintenance. They were from the 90’s surely, yet better than her new ones at home. It was a large room, the walls on the sides of the doors were lined with shelves. Only a few folded piles on them and, from the clothes she saw, it seemed one shelf was for Stefan and the other for Damon. She smiled for a moment, but caught her distraction. Damon was still being such a loser right now. She rolled her eyes and stepped into the room, finding a stack of three thick fabrics. The same red as the curtains–the only red fabric there large enough to be the curtain. On her tip-toes she reached for the top and carried the heavy curtain back down to Damon.
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‘Can u come downstairs’
She looked at the text, narrowing her eyes. 
‘Where’
‘Smaller living room’
And she stood from her bed. Summer dwindled, a certain breeze whistling through the old mansion. Wrapping a hoodie over her, she left the comfort of her given bedroom. 
He stood by a window on the right of the fireplace, though he turned as soon as she entered. Vampires. She walked down the few steps, leaning against the railing, 
“What’s up?” She asked, 
“I’m sorry,” he said, quicker than Y/N imagined. Actually, if she really thought about it, she didn’t imagine him saying sorry at all. Her brows pulled together, and her back straightened slightly, 
“You’re…”
“I’m sorry,” he said again and she turned her head to the other side, glancing away for a moment,
“Okay,” she nodded, 
“What?” 
“I don’t know,” she shrugged. She looked at him, chuckled, then looked away, “I’ve just never heard you say that before,” she shook her head,
“Y/N, come on, I’m trying to be sincere,” he rolled his eyes,
“Okay, okay,” she smiled, “I should let you speak, you were extremely rude, so,” she shrugged, and Damon snickered, glancing down for a moment as he stepped forward, 
“Listen,” he said, stopping a few feet in front of her, “I offered to help because I wanted to help. I just…” he said, taking a step closer. She stood where she was, hoping he didn’t notice the small spike in her heartbeat, “I felt a bit conflicted when I realised that helping you practise meant you getting better,” he shrugged and her brows furrowed more,  “and, of course, getting better would mean becoming an asset and I…” He trailed off, glancing to the side. He sighed, shaking his head and looking down for a moment, “I don’t want you somewhere dangerous just because you have strength to do so,” he looked at her again and her face softened, 
“And here I was thinking you imagined me weak,” she half-joked. He smiled with his smile, and reached for her delicate face. Hands under her mandible, he pressed a sweet kiss to her forehead, Y/N’s eyes fluttering closed as he did,
“You’re definitely not weak. And I promise to actually help you from now on because... That was impressive. In fact I'm proud. Despite how expensive that curtain was,” he narrowed his eyes, letting his hands fall to his sides. Y/N shook her head,
"Well, I'm sorry about the curtain,"
"We had a spare," he shrugged, linking his arm with Y/N’s, turning them back up the few steps, “yeah... Definitely not weak. Those curtains are extremely fire-resistant so you must’ve sparked a wild flame,” he shrugged and Y/N chuckled as they left the smaller living room.
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Decade Dance Pt. 2 ~ Damon Salvatore
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*Read part 1 first or else this won’t make sense lol
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2 Nights Later ~ Night of the Decade Dance
The night of the Decade Dance arrived and, although you hated crowds and most people and loud noises and just about everything that tonight was going to bring, you couldn’t be more excited. You were going with an amazing guy, you would be hanging out with your friends, dancing and laughing, and you’d all have the night of your lives to end your high school careers. Although, you still couldn’t shake the disappointment that you wouldn’t be walking into the dance with Damon. 
But, you couldn’t let that put a damper on your night. This is going to be a good night. You added the finishing touches to your hair and accessories, checking your dress in the mirror before sliding on your heels and heading downstairs. 
Just then, the doorbell rings. Right on time, you thought. You open the door with a smile to be met with Matt’s equally friendly one. 
“Hey, Matty. You look great,” You mention, leaning over to grab your bag from the entry table. 
“Thanks, Y/N. And, of course, you look as gorgeous as ever,” A blush rises to your cheeks. You smile shyly in response as he leads you out to his car. 
Pulling up to Mystic Falls High, you see couples walking into the school, some standing around outside with their friends. You catch sight of Bonnie with Enzo standing by the entrance. You knew Caroline was inside taking care of everything, no doubt Klaus following her everywhere she went
Gathering your phone and bag, Matt opened your door, holding his hand out for you. You took it and lifted yourself out of the car, linking your arm with his as he led you to your group of friends. You walked on the red carpet covered in a canopy of fairy lights leading up to the entrance. Greeting your friends, you waited for Stefan and Elena, who arrived shortly after you and Matt. You were surprised to see Damon missing. He was usually lingering around and you’d heard that he had found someone to take to the dance, but you didn’t know who.
Walking arm and arm with Matt, your friends following behind, you strolled through the arch of gold, black, and white balloons and into the gym where the dance was being held. And, as you’d claimed before, Caroline did in fact create an epic dance and you were glad you were not missing out on it like you’d originally planned. 
Suddenly, your heart and mind became hyper-aware of your surroundings, and your attention immediately found Damon across the room. Your eyes met and your heart dropped. Rose stood next to Damon, her hand wrapped around his arm. Of course, it had to be her that he asked to the dance. But, you refused to let it get to you. 
You followed your friends to where Caroline stood off to the side by the food table, clipboard in hand, searching the room while checking things off. She looked hectic and stressed, although she had no reason to be. She was doing a great job, and the dance seemed to be going well, everyone seemed to be having a good time.
Klaus stood close behind her. He seemed very adamant about not leaving her side with no intention of going to enjoy all the dance had to offer. Who can blame him though? Klaus was absolutely obsessed with Caroline, to her dismay. You thought it was actually kinda cute, especially the way he looked at her. Just like you wished a certain someone would look at you with such longing and adoration. Little did you know, that’s exactly what had been going on for quite a long time. 
The night went on. After you and your friends convinced Caroline to retreat from her nightly duties, you all went to enjoy the festivities, switching between the food table and dancing on the dance floor. You would all dance and laugh together as well as dance with your respective dates. You were happy to see that despite her hatred for Klaus, she was actually having a good time, even while she danced and talked to him. The night was turning out just as you’d hoped while you let yourself enjoy the carefree night, all while, unbeknownst to you, Damon couldn’t take his eyes off you.
Soon enough, your brain switched to autopilot and your energy began to plummet. You told Matt that you were gonna go take a walk through the halls and get some fresh air away from all the people. But, little did you know, you weren’t alone.
Damon’s POV
The moment Y/N walked through those doors, I knew I was done for. I couldn’t take my eyes off her the whole night. She was stunning, even more so than usual. Her dress flowed out around her, her corset hugging her curves just right. 
I hated that I wasn’t the one holding her arm in mine, that I wasn’t the man standing by her side showing her off as my girl. 
Instead, I stood off to the side with Rose who I’d regrettably chosen as my date. Why I didn’t just go alone? I don’t know. Maybe it was the fact that she had sought me out and I just said yes and went along with it. Should’ve just said no, although I would be in the same situation, standing here alone, cursed with the torture of watching Y/N laugh and smile and have fun with everyone but me. But, I was here for one reason and one reason only - to watch over Y/N and make sure she was safe from Daniel Warren. He was one of Klaus’ old hybrids that turned against him and was now out for Y/N after hearing about how she was turned and now wants to turn her into a hybrid and join him. Over my dead body. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to keep my girl safe. Even if she didn’t know it, Y/N would always be my girl.
The night was coming to an end and my eyes followed Y/N’s moving form as she guided herself out of the gym and into the halls. I go to follow her before Rose stops me. 
“Where are you going?” She inquires, placing her hand on my shoulder, but I don’t really plan on answering her, too intent on finding Y/N. She shouldn’t be alone, especially tonight. I shrug her hand off my shoulder to continue my steps away from her. “I don’t really understand why you keep going for her. She’s not even that pretty,” I stop in my tracks. “And don’t get me started on that body. Goodness,” She mentions, he tone filled with disgust as she holds her hand to her chest, her arm crossed over her beneath her other. “I mean, who could-” But I cut her off, my hand at her throat as I pressed her against the wall, leaning in to whisper into her ear. To anyone else, it would look like the beginning of a makeout session. But really, it was far from that. A threat to be exact. 
“Don’t you say a word about Y/N ever again. I won’t hesitate to drive a stake drenched in wolfsbane through your tiny little ice cold heart. Stay away from Y/N, and stay away from me. Get out of this town and never come back. If I see your face again, and, oh, I hope I do,” I let out a sly chuckle. “I will kill you.” I pushed her against the wall and rushed out into the hall, searching for Y/N. I should have been with her this entire time. I should have been with her since the beginning. Then, I could know that she was safe, ‘cause she’d be with me. Now, I’m not so sure.
Just then, I hear an earpiercing scream, and I know it’s her. I don’t hesiste to rush towards the sound, her scent engraved in my mind as I follow it to a classroom. But, there was something else. Something unfamiliar, and wolfsbane. 
I was not prepared for what I just walked into - Y/N, her hands and feet tied to a chair, tears streaming down her cheeks from the pain of the wolfsbane laced rope that bound her. Speeding toward her, I begin to untie the ropes around her ankles, the wolfsbane searing my skin, but no amount of pain would stop me from saving Y/N and getting her out of here. “Oh, my girl,” I sighed as I tried to release her the best I could, her eyes screaming for help. 
Despite his absence, I could still sense the hybrid lurking around. It was only a matter of time…
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” My head spun around at the voice. Daniel Warren stood in the doorway of the room, Rose standing right behind him. Of course, she had something to do with this. I was just too blinded to see it. I stood up, standing in front of Y/N. 
“You know, I don’t really care what you would or wouldn’t do. I came here for one thing. You can try to stop me from getting it, but I guarantee, you won’t get far before a stake pierces your heart and you die within seconds.” I give him a cocky, but mischievous smile, my hands locked in front of me as I stand in a guard position. 
Daniel lunges at me, and I’m ready, but the blow never comes before we hear a loud gasp. “Probably in your best interest not to make this any harder than it has to be unless you want your little… accomplice to die,” We turn to see Stefan holding Rose in a chokehold, the tip of a wooden stake pointed at her heart. Elena, Bonnie, Caroline, Enzo, and Matt stood behind him, ready for a fight.  
“You really think I care about her? She means nothing to me. I can just make more hybrids. What I really want,” Daniel continues as he turns back towards me. “...is her,” His eyes lock on Y/N, but I won’t let him lay another finger on her. 
I sense someone I don’t see before looking in the corner of my eye to see Klaus standing in the other doorway to the room. How Daniel doesn’t recognize him yet is beyond me, but I use it to my advantage. 
This time, Daniel speeds around me to get to Y/N, but I’m faster. I hold him back flipping him onto the ground. He recovers and starts for me again, but doesn’t get far before Klaus takes him in a chokehold as well, a stake covered in wolfsbane in his hand, holding it above Daniel’s heart, already piercing his chest. 
“I’ve been waiting so long to be able to do this. And now I finally get the chance and your time has finally come,” Klaus threatens before he stabs the stake through Daniel’s chest, piercing his heart. Daniel’s face pales, black veins rushing through his neck and face. Klaus lets him go and he falls to the floor. 
I’m immediately at Y/N’s side, untying the ropes. Once the last rope is gone, Y/N falls into my arms and I hold her against me with no hesitation. 
“It’s okay, baby, I’m here. You’re okay now. He’s gone. You’re safe now,” I assure her as she cries into my chest, her hands grasping tight to my shirt. I help her stand up, holding her against me still. I turn around with Y/N in my arms and my gaze drifts to Rose still in Stefan’s grasp.
“What should we do with her?” Stefan asks. 
“Lock her in the cell in the basement at the house {the Salvatore House} with some wolfsbane. Starve her until she dies. As much as I’d love to kill her instantly, this way seems more enjoyable,” I mention with a sly smile as I brush my fingers through Y/N’s hair soothingly. Stefan nods. Matt comes in and takes some of the rope originally used to tie up Y/N and binds Rose’s hands. She hisses in pain until Matt takes another and ties it around her mouths to keep her quiet. Stefan and Elena take her to the house to lock her up. I turn to Klaus who stands beside Daniel’s corpse still.
“Thank you,” Is all I say before I turn back to Y/N. We aren’t Klaus’s biggest fans, and neither is he mine. But he’s smitten for Caroline and he assisted us in more than one circumstance before tonight. It’s safe to say that we can cound on him and he can count on us. Klaus nods and picks up Daniel’s body before speeding out to burn the it somewhere. 
Y/N sniffles and I look down at her to see her lifting her to, rubbing her eyes to rid away the tears. She looks up at me. 
“Damon?” She questions, a bit confused. The adrenaline had dissipated as she finds her barings.  
“Y/N, I’m so sorry. The one thing I wanted to do tonight was to keep you safe and I couldn’t even do that. I was an idiot for not asking you here in the first place, and now you’re hurt and…”
“Damon,” She stops me, her hand places against my cheek. “I’m okay. I’m okay because of you. You saved me. Sure, I was taken hostage and was almost became a hybrid, but you came just in time.” Her beautiful (Y/E/C) eyes sparkled, and I noticed something that I’ve noticed many times before. Love, adoration, the same I’ve always felt for her. Did she feel those things for me?
“I love you,” I finally said. It was about time. She let out a surprised gasp, her eyes widening. “I really do, Y/N, and I have for a long time. You’re my girl. You always have been and always will be. Nothing will stop me from keeping you safe, no matter what.” I placed my hand against her cheek, brushing my thumb under her eye to rid away a stray tear. 
Just then, Y/N lifted up onto her toes and pressed her lips to mine. I bent down to meet her in the middle, her lips perfect against mine. The kiss was passionate and deep; it’s what I’ve been waiting for. 
“I love you, Damon,” She admitted, her forehead against mine, her hand wrapped around the back of my neck, her other against my chest. I pulled her body against mine, my hand placed on her waist, my other holding her wrist against my chest. I felt the scars on her wrist, looking down at them, seeing all the damage Daniel had done, all the hurt nad pain he caused my baby girl. I wish it would have been me to have killed him for what he had done to her. 
“Let’s get you home, darling. I’ll take care of you now,” I admitted, taking her hand in mine and pulling her into my side, guiding her out of the building and to my car. Nothing can stand in my way of keeping the love of my life safe. 
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I wanna write short (one shots/imagines) stories to practice my english and my storytelling skills, so requests for one shots are open.
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The vampire diaries
Characters:
- Caroline Forbes
- Damon Salvatore
- Elena Gilbert
- Elijah Mikaelson
- Kai Parker
- Klaus Mikaelson
- Kol Mikaelson
- Rebekah Mikaelson
- Stefan Salvatore
- Tyler lockwood
The 100
- Bellamy Blake
- Clarke Griffin
- John Murphy
- Lexa
- Lincoln
- Octavia Blake
- Raven Reyes
The Hunger games
- Katniss Everdeen
- Peeta Mellark
- Finnick Oddair
MCU
- Steve Rogers
- Tony Stark
- Peter Parker
- Thor
- Natasha Romanoff
- Stephen Strange
For now, that's all i'm gonna take but the list can always expand! pls send requests and help a girl out lol💕
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