and elena let me love you

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Warning: Elena being a bitch, swearing

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‘You know you can stop going all out for these dates, you already won me over’ you say to Klaus at the end of another splendid date with your boyfriend, the hybrid himself. Your twin sister Elena and her friends would never approve although it seems you have won over his family, which is the only reason why you and Klaus have to keep quiet on your relationship, because of your family.

‘Yes well a beautiful young lady like yourself should be treated like a queen, my queen’ Klaus replies

‘Smooth’ you reply leaning over the console to give him a quick kiss goodbye and leave the car watching as he drives away, you walk up the steps to your door, a giddy, wide smile on your face although the good mood seems to leave as soon as you see who is in your home, not overly fond of your sisters friends as they are constantly plotting against your boyfriend.

‘Hey everyone, what evil scheme did you come up with tonight’ you tease getting a drink of water from the kitchen and sitting on the couch next to Bonnie.

‘Why do you smell like the devil?’ Damon questions a disgusted look of confusion

‘What?’ Elena questions. Damon says one word that erupts the biggest argument that you and Elena will ever have,

‘Klaus’ which also starts the questions being thrown at you. Although one stands out

‘You’re with Klaus? He’s the enemy, is he compelling you?’ Caroline questions

‘NO! Okay actually he gave me a necklace that has vervain in it to stop vampires from compelling me’ you shout

‘But (y/n) he’s still the enemy’ Elena says

‘No he’s not you’re just putting the blame on him every time something goes wrong’ you yell back at her

‘He tried to kill me’ Elena says to you to get you to realise that he is a bad guy.

‘yeah and Damon killed Jeremy, for no reason may I add plus he didn’t know that Jeremy was wearing a ring but you forgave him pretty quick, at least Klaus had a reason to kill you’ you tell her trying to get through to her that logic is idiotic.

‘I can’t trust you now that I know that you’re with him’ she mutters and you go quiet looking at her with disbelief then glance your eyes over everyone else who are looking down not denying or agreeing with Elena so you just accept that your sister, your twin someone who was supposed to always be by your side, now can’t trust you.

‘okay you know what?’ you start to say while getting your phone out trying to figure out which Mikaelson sibling would be best to come pick you up, ‘I have never said this out loud before because you know I’m a good sister but right now you don’t deserve it I’m actually glad you don’t trust me now I’m safer away from you because you let all of your friends and family either die, get injured or lose their loved ones for you to survive’ you tell her off and by the end of your rant there’s a knock on the door and you hear Elijah’s voice through the door, you mutter a goodbye to everyone accept for Elena and walk to the door and walk into Elijah’s open arms leaving everyone speechless.

‘You okay?’ he questions ‘I will be’ you mutter into his shoulder and as you open your mouth to ask him something he beats you to it.

‘No I didn’t tell him, if I did it would have ended very differently’ he says and you sigh.

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Once you get to the mansion, Klaus comes to the door as soon as he senses you presence and as he sees you he gives you a questioning look but then sees your saddened face and immediately rushes over to you with a worried look

‘What’s wrong love?’ he asks

‘Just hold me’ you mutter not ready to replay what just happened.

‘Well, well couldn’t get enough of us?’ Kol and Rebekah walk in but soon lose their smirks when they see you.

It’s amazing how a family of psychotic murderous vampires treat you better than you own family.

‘Just can’t stay away’

Request: Elena warns you to stay away from Damon, whose in love with you and you with him, but one night you can’t resist him any longer

Pairing: Damon x reader

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (sexual content, fingering, sex)

You​ ​sigh​ ​and​ ​roll​ ​your​ ​eyes​ ​at​ ​your​ ​friend,​ ​Elena,​ ​as​ ​she​ ​folds​ ​her​ ​arms​ ​and​ ​walks​ ​to​ ​stand​ ​in front​ ​of​ ​you,​ ​giving​ ​you​ ​a​ ​hard​ ​stare.  

‘He’s​ ​bad​ ​news​ ​Y/N’​ ​she​ ​tells​ ​you​ ​‘stay​ ​away​ ​from​ ​him.’  

‘I’m​ ​trying’​ ​you​ ​shoot​ ​back,​ ​knowing​ ​she​ ​means​ ​well​ ​but​ ​frustrated​ ​with​ ​her​ ​at​ ​the​ ​same​ ​time. You​ ​couldn’t​ ​take​ ​another​ ​lecture​ ​from​ ​her​ ​just​ ​now.​ ​Since​ ​your​ ​run​ ​in​ ​with​ ​Damon​ ​earlier,​ ​you just​ ​needed​ ​to​ ​see​ ​him,​ ​and​ ​be​ ​with​ ​him.  

‘What​ ​exactly​ ​did​ ​he​ ​say​ ​to​ ​you?’​ ​she​ ​asks,​ ​sighing​ ​too.  

‘He…’​ ​you​ ​begin,​ ​feeling​ ​a​ ​ball​ ​of​ ​happiness​ ​inside​ ​of​ ​you​ ​at​ ​the​ ​thought​ ​‘he​ ​told​ ​me​ ​he wanted​ ​to​ ​speak​ ​to​ ​me.​ ​He​ ​said​ ​that​ ​I​ ​made​ ​him​ ​better,​ ​and​ ​he​ ​wanted​ ​me​ ​to​ ​be​ ​his.​ ​He​ ​told me​ ​he’s​ ​in​ ​love​ ​with​ ​me!’​ ​You​ ​can’t​ ​help​ ​but​ ​grin​ ​as​ ​you​ ​relay​ ​his​ ​words.​ ​Elena​ ​does​ ​anything but;​ ​her​ ​face​ ​is​ ​set​ ​in​ ​a​ ​straight​ ​line.​ ​‘I​ ​want​ ​to​ ​be​ ​with​ ​him​ ​Elena.​ ​I​ ​love​ ​him’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​her.  

‘I​ ​know​ ​you​ ​do…but​ ​Y/N​ ​I’m​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​help​ ​you.​ ​Damon​ ​Salvatore​ ​is​ ​not​ ​a​ ​good​ ​guy.​ ​He’s selfish​ ​and​ ​reckless,​ ​and​ ​he​ ​hurts​ ​the​ ​people​ ​he​ ​loves.​ ​I​ ​mean,​ ​think​ ​about​ ​it.​ ​He​ ​turned​ ​Ric’s wife.​ ​He’s​ ​killed​ ​his​ ​way​ ​through​ ​hundreds​ ​of​ ​people.​ ​He’s​ ​killed​ ​Jeremy!​ ​What​ ​do​ ​you​ ​think he’ll​ ​do​ ​to​ ​you,​ ​if​ ​you​ ​let​ ​him​ ​get​ ​close​ ​to​ ​you?​ ​You’re​ ​just​ ​a​ ​human,​ ​you’ve​ ​got​ ​no​ ​means​ ​of protection.’  

‘He​ ​wouldn’t​ ​do​ ​that!’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​her​ ​‘he​ ​said​ ​I​ ​bring​ ​out​ ​the​ ​good​ ​in​ ​him.​ ​He​ ​wouldn’t​ ​hurt​ ​me,​ ​I know​ ​it.’  

‘You​ ​can’t​ ​be​ ​sure​ ​of​ ​that.​ ​No​ ​one​ ​can​ ​ever​ ​be​ ​sure​ ​of​ ​the​ ​things​ ​Damon​ ​does,​ ​or​ ​why​ ​he does​ ​them.​ ​Please,​ ​save​ ​yourself​ ​the​ ​pain​ ​and​ ​the​ ​heartache​ ​and​ ​possible​ ​death,​ ​and​ ​listen to​ ​me.​ ​Stay​ ​away.’  

‘I​ ​need​ ​to​ ​think’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​her,​ ​as​ ​a​ ​signal​ ​for​ ​her​ ​to​ ​leave.​ ​She​ ​shakes​ ​her​ ​head​ ​at​ ​you​ ​‘I​ ​hope you​ ​chose​ ​wisely’​ ​she​ ​says​ ​as​ ​she​ ​leaves​ ​the​ ​room.​ ​You​ ​lay​ ​your​ ​head​ ​in​ ​your​ ​hands,​ ​your mind​ ​spinning.​ ​You’re​ ​in​ ​love​ ​with​ ​Damon,​ ​but​ ​Elena​ ​is​ ​one​ ​of​ ​your​ ​best​ ​friends,​ ​and​ ​she’s dating​ ​his​ ​brother,​ ​Stefan,​ ​who​ ​knows​ ​him​ ​better​ ​than​ ​anybody.​ ​You​ ​just​ ​don’t​ ​know​ ​what​ ​to do;​ ​whatever​ ​you​ ​decide,​ ​someone’s​ ​going​ ​to​ ​get​ ​hurt.​ ​It’s​ ​not​ ​the​ ​first​ ​time​ ​you’ve​ ​had​ ​this conversation​ ​with​ ​Elena,​ ​and​ ​so​ ​far​ ​you’ve​ ​tried​ ​your​ ​best​ ​to​ ​keep​ ​your​ ​distance.​ ​But​ ​now you’ve​ ​heard​ ​him​ ​say​ ​those​ ​words​ ​out​ ​loud,​ ​it’s​ ​made​ ​it​ ​so​ ​much​ ​harder.​ ​You​ ​want​ ​him,​ ​and now​ ​you​ ​know​ ​for​ ​sure​ ​he​ ​wants​ ​you​ ​too.  

Your​ ​head​ ​still​ ​spinning​ ​with​ ​your​ ​thoughts,​ ​you​ ​lay​ ​back​ ​on​ ​your​ ​bed​ ​and​ ​close​ ​your​ ​eyes, deciding​ ​to​ ​sleep​ ​on​ ​it​ ​for​ ​a​ ​while.  

Hours​ ​later,​ ​you’re​ ​still​ ​not​ ​asleep.​ ​You’ve​ ​given​ ​up​ ​by​ ​this​ ​point.​ ​It’s​ ​getting​ ​really​ ​late,​ ​and there’s​ ​only​ ​one​ ​person​ ​you​ ​want​ ​to​ ​see.​ ​Damon.​ ​You​ ​can’t​ ​resist​ ​him​ ​any​ ​longer.​ ​You​ ​want​ ​to feel​ ​his​ ​lips​ ​and​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​on​ ​you.​ ​You​ ​want​ ​him​ ​to​ ​take​ ​you​ ​and​ ​make​ ​you​ ​his.​ ​You​ ​want​ ​him. You​ ​can​ ​feel​ ​a​ ​wetness​ ​growing​ ​between​ ​your​ ​legs​ ​just​ ​thinking​ ​about​ ​it,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​squeeze your​ ​thighs​ ​together​ ​agitatedly.

​​​Making​ ​up​ ​your​ ​mind,​ ​you​ ​rise​ ​from​ ​your​ ​bed​ ​and​ ​walk​ ​quietly along​ ​the​ ​corridor,​ ​until​ ​you​ ​reach​ ​Damon’s​ ​room.​ ​You​ ​knock​ ​quietly​ ​on​ ​the​ ​door,​ ​knocking again​ ​harder​ ​when​ ​there’s​ ​no​ ​reply.​ ​Again,​ ​he​ ​doesn’t​ ​respond.​ ​You​ ​strain​ ​to​ ​hear​ ​if​ ​there’s any​ ​movement​ ​coming​ ​from​ ​inside.​ ​Deciding​ ​there​ ​isn’t,​ ​you​ ​turn​ ​around​ ​to​ ​go​ ​and​ ​look​ ​for him​ ​elsewhere,​ ​only​ ​to​ ​run​ ​right​ ​into​ ​Damon​ ​himself.​ ​He’s​ ​obviously​ ​just​ ​come​ ​from​ ​the shower;​ ​his​ ​hair​ ​is​ ​wet​ ​and​ ​messy,​ ​as​ ​though​ ​he’s​ ​just​ ​been​ ​running​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​through​ ​it,​ ​and he’s​ ​wearing​ ​nothing​ ​but​ ​a​ ​towel​ ​covering​ ​him​ ​from​ ​the​ ​waist​ ​down.​ ​Just​ ​the​ ​sight​ ​of​ ​him​ ​is enough​ ​to​ ​bring​ ​a​ ​rush​ ​of​ ​heat​ ​between​ ​your​ ​legs.​ ​You​ ​look​ ​up​ ​at​ ​him,​ ​your​ ​eyes​ ​betraying your​ ​feelings.  

‘Y/N,​ ​are​ ​you​ ​okay?’​ ​he​ ​asks,​ ​his​ ​eyes​ ​growing​ ​dark​ ​as​ ​he​ ​realises​ ​‘what​ ​is​ ​it?’ 

‘I​ ​need​ ​you.​ ​Now’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him,​ ​in​ ​a​ ​voice​ ​dripping​ ​with​ ​lust.  

Damon​ ​doesn’t​ ​waste​ ​a​ ​second​ ​after​ ​the​ ​words​ ​have​ ​left​ ​your​ ​mouth.​ ​He​ ​leans​ ​down​ ​to​ ​kiss you​ ​roughly,​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​on​ ​your​ ​cheeks,​ ​his​ ​tongue​ ​slipping​ ​into​ ​your​ ​mouth.​ ​You​ ​kiss​ ​him back​ ​just​ ​as​ ​hard,​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​pull​ ​him​ ​closer​ ​even​ ​though​ ​there’s​ ​no​ ​more​ ​room.​ ​He​ ​picks​ ​you up​ ​and​ ​walks​ ​into​ ​the​ ​bedroom,​ ​pushing​ ​you​ ​up​ ​against​ ​the​ ​wall​ ​and​ ​pinning​ ​your​ ​hands above​ ​your​ ​head.​ ​He​ ​kisses​ ​across​ ​your​ ​jawline​ ​and​ ​down​ ​your​ ​neck,​ ​his​ ​lips​ ​lingering​ ​on​ ​the sweet​ ​spot​ ​behind​ ​your​ ​ears.  

‘Damon’​ ​you​ ​moan​ ​softly.  

He​ ​moves​ ​his​ ​left​ ​hand​ ​down​ ​from​ ​your​ ​wrists,​ ​leaving​ ​them​ ​both​ ​pinned​ ​up​ ​by​ ​his​ ​right,​ ​and starts​ ​to​ ​ghost​ ​it​ ​over​ ​your​ ​bare​ ​skin.​ ​The​ ​lightness​ ​of​ ​his​ ​touch​ ​leaves​ ​goosebumps,​ ​and​ ​has you​ ​almost​ ​begging​ ​for​ ​more.​ ​You​ ​start​ ​to​ ​feel​ ​your​ ​panties​ ​grow​ ​wet,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​cast​ ​your​ ​eyes down​ ​over​ ​his​ ​bare,​ ​toned​ ​chest.  

‘What​ ​do​ ​you​ ​want​ ​me​ ​to​ ​do?’​ ​he​ ​asks​ ​you,​ ​his​ ​voice​ ​breathy.  

‘Anything.​ ​Please,​ ​I​ ​need​ ​you’​ ​you​ ​whimper.  

‘Use​ ​your​ ​words’​ ​he​ ​commands,​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​grazing​ ​your​ ​breasts,​ ​earning​ ​him​ ​another​ ​moan from​ ​you.  

‘Finger​ ​me’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him​ ​‘fuck​ ​me​ ​until​ ​I​ ​can’t​ ​walk.’  

‘Someone’s​ ​eager’​ ​he​ ​whispers​ ​‘as​ ​you​ ​wish.’  

He​ ​picks​ ​you​ ​up​ ​and​ ​throws​ ​you​ ​on​ ​the​ ​bed,​ ​quickly​ ​removing​ ​your​ ​t-shirt​ ​and​ ​bra​ ​and throwing​ ​them​ ​across​ ​the​ ​room.​ ​He​ ​takes​ ​your​ ​boobs​ ​in​ ​his​ ​hands,​ ​squeezing​ ​them​ ​as​ ​he kisses​ ​your​ ​mouth​ ​and​ ​down​ ​your​ ​jawline,​ ​sucking​ ​on​ ​your​ ​tender​ ​skin​ ​and​ ​leaving​ ​a​ ​trail​ ​of marks​ ​down​ ​your​ ​collarbones.​ ​He​ ​kisses​ ​down​ ​to​ ​your​ ​left​ ​boob​ ​and​ ​takes​ ​your​ ​nipple​ ​in​ ​his mouth,​ ​biting​ ​down​ ​on​ ​it.​ ​Sparks​ ​of​ ​pleasure​ ​race​ ​through​ ​you,​ ​as​ ​your​ ​rub​ ​your​ ​other​ ​nipple between​ ​your​ ​fingers.  

‘Fuck,​ ​Damon’​ ​you​ ​groan,​ ​your​ ​other​ ​hand​ ​knotted​ ​into​ ​his​ ​dark​ ​hair​ ​‘I​ ​need​ ​your​ ​fingers.’​ ​He moans​ ​softly​ ​at​ ​your​ ​words​ ​and​ ​your​ ​hands​ ​tugging​ ​his​ ​hair,​ ​and​ ​the​ ​vibrations​ ​on​ ​your​ ​skin only​ ​intensify​ ​your​ ​pleasure.  

Damon​ ​runs​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​down​ ​to​ ​your​ ​waist​ ​to​ ​pull​ ​your​ ​jeans​ ​down,​ ​kissing​ ​the​ ​material covering​ ​your​ ​clit​ ​before​ ​slipping​ ​his​ ​fingers​ ​beneath​ ​it​ ​and​ ​running​ ​them​ ​over​ ​your​ ​folds.  

‘Fuck,​ ​you’re​ ​so​ ​wet’​ ​he​ ​groans.​ ​He​ ​uses​ ​his​ ​finger​ ​to​ ​collect​ ​your​ ​arousal,​ ​before​ ​putting them​ ​into​ ​his​ ​mouth​ ​to​ ​taste​ ​you​ ​‘​ ​and​ ​you​ ​taste​ ​so​ ​fucking​ ​good.’  

‘Damon’​ ​you​ ​moan​ ​again,​ ​your​ ​hips​ ​bucking​ ​up​ ​in​ ​your​ ​eagerness​ ​and​ ​your​ ​need​ ​to​ ​feel some​ ​kind​ ​of​ ​friction.​ ​He​ ​smirks​ ​at​ ​you​ ​before​ ​removing​ ​your​ ​panties​ ​and​ ​slipping​ ​a​ ​finger inside​ ​of​ ​you.  

‘Fuck’​ ​you​ ​gasp​ ​as​ ​he​ ​starts​ ​to​ ​thrust​ ​it​ ​into​ ​you,​ ​the​ ​roughness​ ​of​ ​his​ ​finger​ ​exactly​ ​what​ ​you need.​ ​‘Fuck,​ ​harder,​ ​I​ ​need​ ​more.​ ​Damon!’  

He​ ​adds​ ​another​ ​finger​ ​and​ ​then​ ​another,​ ​curling​ ​them​ ​into​ ​your​ ​g-spot​ ​as​ ​you​ ​moan​ ​his name​ ​and​ ​a​ ​string​ ​of​ ​profanities.​ ​He​ ​attaches​ ​his​ ​lips​ ​back​ ​to​ ​yours​ ​and​ ​bites​ ​down​ ​on​ ​your bottom​ ​lip,​ ​moaning​ ​along​ ​with​ ​you.  

‘Keep​ ​saying​ ​my​ ​name​ ​baby’​ ​he​ ​groans​ ​‘you’re​ ​so​ ​fucking​ ​sexy.’​ ​He​ ​uses​ ​a​ ​thumb​ ​to​ ​rub furious​ ​circles​ ​on​ ​your​ ​clit,​ ​his​ ​other​ ​hand​ ​reaching​ ​up​ ​to​ ​squeeze​ ​your​ ​boob,​ ​only​ ​adding​ ​to your​ ​pleasure.  

‘Faster’​ ​you​ ​moan,​ ​and​ ​he​ ​speeds​ ​up,​ ​adding​ ​another​ ​finger,​ ​until​ ​he’s​ ​got​ ​four​ ​slamming​ ​into you.​ ​Pleasure​ ​overtakes​ ​your​ ​body,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​throw​ ​your​ ​head​ ​back​ ​wildly,​ ​your​ ​eyes​ ​rolling backwards​ ​at​ ​the​ ​sensation.  

​‘FUCK,​ ​DAMON’​ ​you​ ​scream.  

‘Yes,​ ​scream​ ​my​ ​name​ ​baby,​ ​just​ ​like​ ​that’​ ​he​ ​tells​ ​you,​ ​as​ ​you​ ​pull​ ​at​ ​his​ ​hair​ ​and​ ​buck​ ​your hips​ ​upwards​ ​into​ ​his​ ​fingers.  

‘Shit,​ ​I’m​ ​gonna​ ​cum’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him.​ ​You​ ​can​ ​feel​ ​the​ ​knot​ ​burning​ ​in​ ​the​ ​pit​ ​of​ ​your​ ​stomach, and​ ​your​ ​legs​ ​start​ ​to​ ​shake,​ ​unable​ ​to​ ​bear​ ​it​ ​any​ ​longer.  

‘Cum​ ​for​ ​me​ ​baby’​ ​he​ ​says,​ ​his​ ​fingers​ ​curling​ ​into​ ​your​ ​g-spot​ ​as​ ​he​ ​thrusts​ ​them​ ​in​ ​over​ ​and over,​ ​moving​ ​his​ ​thumb​ ​from​ ​your​ ​clit​ ​to​ ​your​ ​folds.  

‘Shit,​ ​shit,​ ​shit’​ ​you​ ​curse​ ​as​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​yourself​ ​release​ ​over​ ​his​ ​fingers.​ ​He​ ​slowly​ ​removes them,​ ​moving​ ​his​ ​thumb​ ​back​ ​up​ ​to​ ​rub​ ​your​ ​clit​ ​as​ ​you​ ​orgasm.​ ​He​ ​raises​ ​his​ ​fingers​ ​back up​ ​to​ ​his​ ​lips,​ ​tasting​ ​you​ ​again.  

‘Fuck​ ​Damon’​ ​you​ ​gasp​ ​‘oh,​ ​shit.’​ 

​You​ ​look​ ​up​ ​into​ ​his​ ​electric​ ​blue​ ​eyes​ ​‘this​ ​needs​ ​to​ ​go’ you​ ​tell​ ​him,​ ​tugging​ ​at​ ​the​ ​towel​ ​he’s​ ​still​ ​wearing.​ ​He​ ​pulls​ ​it​ ​down​ ​quickly,​ ​leaving​ ​his​ ​rock hard​ ​cock​ ​to​ ​spring​ ​up,​ ​slapping​ ​his​ ​stomach.​ ​You​ ​whimper​ ​again​ ​at​ ​the​ ​sight,​ ​and​ ​he​ ​crawls on​ ​top​ ​of​ ​you,​ ​lining​ ​himself​ ​up​ ​with​ ​your​ ​entrance​ ​before​ ​pushing​ ​inside.​ ​He​ ​gives​ ​you​ ​a moment​ ​to​ ​adjust​ ​to​ ​his​ ​size​ ​before​ ​starting​ ​to​ ​move,​ ​grinding​ ​his​ ​hips​ ​into​ ​your​ ​own.  

‘Y/N’​ ​he​ ​moans​ ​‘you’re​ ​so​ ​fucking​ ​tight.’​ ​You​ ​groan​ ​in​ ​pleasure​ ​as​ ​he​ ​speeds​ ​up,​ ​your​ ​hand flying​ ​down​ ​to​ ​rub​ ​your​ ​own​ ​clit​ ​in​ ​rhythm​ ​with​ ​his​ ​thrusts,​ ​as​ ​you​ ​buck​ ​your​ ​hips​ ​upwards, trying​ ​to​ ​get​ ​as​ ​much​ ​friction​ ​as​ ​possible.  

‘Shit,​ ​oh​ ​fuck’​ ​he​ ​groans,​ ​his​ ​moans​ ​mixing​ ​with​ ​yours​ ​as​ ​he​ ​continues​ ​to​ ​thrust,​ ​going​ ​faster and​ ​faster,​ ​as​ ​he​ ​kisses​ ​you​ ​roughly.​ ​You​ ​wrap​ ​your​ ​legs​ ​around​ ​his​ ​waist,​ ​making​ ​you​ ​both moan.​ ​More​ ​moans​ ​and​ ​profanities​ ​fill​ ​the​ ​air​ ​as​ ​he​ ​continues​ ​to​ ​slam​ ​into​ ​you,​ ​his​ ​cock stretching​ ​you​ ​out,​ ​just​ ​enough​ ​so​ ​that​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​pain​ ​and​ ​pleasure​ ​at​ ​the​ ​same​ ​time.  

‘Keep​ ​going​ ​baby,​ ​that​ ​feels​ ​so​ ​fucking​ ​good’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him.​ ​‘SHIT’​ ​you​ ​scream​ ​as​ ​he​ ​hits​ ​your g-spot​ ​‘right​ ​there,​ ​fuck​ ​baby.’​ ​He​ ​thrusts​ ​into​ ​it​ ​again​ ​and​ ​again​ ​as​ ​you​ ​scream​ ​his​ ​name.   

‘You​ ​feel​ ​so​ ​good​ ​baby’​ ​he​ ​says,​ ​moving​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​to​ ​squeeze​ ​your​ ​boobs​ ​again.​ ​He​ ​moans into​ ​your​ ​hair​ ​as​ ​your​ ​walls​ ​clench​ ​around​ ​him,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​his​ ​thrusts​ ​starting​ ​to​ ​become sloppy,​ ​letting​ ​you​ ​know​ ​he’s​ ​almost​ ​at​ ​his​ ​end. 

‘Y/N​ ​I’m​ ​gonna​ ​cum’​ ​he​ ​moans.  

‘Me​ ​too’​ ​you​ ​groan.​ 

​You​ ​kiss​ ​his​ ​neck,​ ​nipping​ ​at​ ​the​ ​skin​ ​with​ ​your​ ​teeth​ ​as​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​him release​ ​his​ ​load​ ​inside​ ​of​ ​you.​ ​You​ ​release​ ​a​ ​moment​ ​later,​ ​your​ ​juices​ ​mixing​ ​as​ ​he​ ​thrusts​ ​a couple​ ​more​ ​times,​ ​helping​ ​you​ ​both​ ​to​ ​ride​ ​out​ ​your​ ​orgasms.  

‘Fuck’​ ​you​ ​gasp​ ​as​ ​he​ ​pulls​ ​out​ ​of​ ​you​ ​and​ ​lays​ ​back​ ​on​ ​the​ ​bed​ ​next​ ​to​ ​you,​ ​panting.​ ​He​ ​looks over​ ​at​ ​you​ ​and​ ​smirks,​ ​before​ ​asking​ ​‘so,​ ​are​ ​you​ ​still​ ​going​ ​to​ ​stay​ ​away​ ​from​ ​me​ ​now?’

3

The other day, you were with Rebekah at The Grill. Damon was drunk, trying to flirt with you and was even getting a little handsy.

Your boyfriend, Klaus was out of town that day, but the moment he came home, you immediately told him about how uncomfortable Damon made you. This infuriated him, so he rushed over to the Salvatore home, but nobody was there, so Klaus figured that Damon was at Elena’s house.

Upon entering, Klaus could hear Damon’s obnoxious voice as well as a mixture of others which included Stefan, Elena and Jeremy.

Klaus rang the doorbell and what a coincidence, because it was Damon who answered the door too. “Yes?”

“My love has notified me about your unnecessary actions yesterday. Bold move, might I say.” Klaus was smiling on the outside, but killing Damon in his mind.

“What a snitch.” Damon let out a chuckle, then rolled his eyes.

“I don’t see to it as a joke. So why don’t you invite me in so I can rip out your throat or just simply step pass this door frame, lad?” Klaus had both hands behind his back, then pointed at the door frame with one hand.

“I don’t think so, psycho.” Damon snarled.

“Very well then.” Klaus raised his brows, then walked off.

Damon closed the door, then shrugged his shoulders at others. “Whatever.”

Next thing you know, Klaus stole a soccer ball from a neighbor’s lawn and threw it at the kitchen window where everyone was hanging out at. Everyone backed away from the window and took cover.

Klaus waited from a response from Damon, but Damon didn’t do anything. “Still not willing to face me like a man, I see!” Klaus shouted.

It went silent for a minute, which put everyone on edge. Elena and Jeremy carefully peeked their heads up as they were hiding behind the kitchen counter.

Stefan and Damon walked around to peek through the windows to see where the original hybrid went.

Then out of the blue, Klaus swings the door open. He has pieces of the neighbor’s picket fence in his hands and started throwing it towards anyone in sight. He didn’t care who he injured, he just wanted to prove a point.

Klaus ran out of pieces to throw, so he brought a jug of gasoline and a lighter to light the house on fire. Geez.

“Okay! Okay!” Damon made himself visible with his hands up in defense. “Your chick is off limits. I get it.”

Klaus had a stern look on his face, still holding the items in his hand. Damon walked towards the door, then took his time to walk through the door frame. Klaus found it as a perfect opportunity and did not hesitate to drop everything in his hand. He put one hand through Damon’s chest, tugging onto his heart, making Damon gasp. The others heard Damon in pain and rushed over, but kept their distance in the save zone.

“Klaus please! Stop it!” Elena cried from a distance.

“Alright. That’s enough. I think he gets it.” Stefan stated as he took his time walking towards Klaus and Damon.

Damon struggled to get the words out. “Mmhmm.”

“From now on, keep this bloke in check. Now would you? Or the next time, I’ll be leaving a nasty bite.” Klaus informed, then removed his hand. Damon bent over, resting his hands on his knees to catch his breath. Klaus wiped his blood-filled hand on the shoulder of Damon’s shirt, then left him there, walking towards his car to make his way back home to you.

2

Dear Bonnie, I’m a coward. I should be saying this to your face not writing this letter but I know if I do you’ll talk me out of running away from all my problems. And you’re going to make me face the future without Elena and that you’re going to make me the best man that I can possibly be, same way she did and I’m absolutely terrified of failing you both. So I’m leaving because I’d rather let you down once then let you down for the rest of your life, and I hope it’s the happiest life because you Bonnie Bennett are an amazing woman, a mediocre cross word puzzle player and my best friend. With love and respect. Damon.

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“Damon I can’t do this! You’re obviously not over her. You never will be!” I shouted

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once upon a time there lived a prince named Damon and a princess named Elena

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they were in love and cared about each other very much

and brought each other nothing but happiness

they also cared about each other’s families and friends very much

and they never, ever abused each other

damon and elena lived happily for the rest of their days

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Your name: submit What is this?

In the Salvatore House:

Damon was beyond furious. “You little-”

“Ah, ah, ah.” Kai smirked while shaking his finger at Damon. 

“I told you not to underestimate me, but you did it anyway. Locking me up in a prison world, again.”

“If you touch Elena, I’ll rip your throat out.” Damon hissed.

Kai chuckled and shook his head, “Oh I won’t touch Elena. A little bird told me there’s someone better. Someone you love more than yourself.”

Damon realized Kai found out about you, he tried so hard to keep you secret from him, “I swear if you do anything to her, I’ll-”

“Rip my throat out, yeah I got it, I’ve heard that about a hundred times and you know what? I still don’t care. And as the looks of it-” he paused and chuckled. “The spell is working, you won’t be able to move, until I let you. Sure, I could just kill you now, but I’m going to kill your sister and show you her lifeless body. I mean it wouldn’t be any fun otherwise?” Kai smiled, provoking Damon even more. 

Kai pulled out a knife and sliced  Damon’s hand, and hold his own up, catching the blood. Damon looked at him confused.

“What? First, I have to find her.” 

Kai used a simple location spell, leading him to your exact location, he smiled, “Found her.” then he walked out of the House.

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Kai took a deep and satisfied breath, then used another spell to transport himself to you. He found himself at a Disco. Kai has never seen you before, not even a picture. Damon hid ever since Kai showed up.. but you knew exactly who he was.

You walked right over to him, a drink in hand, and smiled at him, “I guess you’re Kai.”

He looked confused, “And you are?” Still looking around for.. Well, you.

“I am Y/N Salvatore, Damon’s younger sister.” You said, not even a bit afraid. “Damon called me, saying there would be a psycho who wants to kill me.”

Kai stood there, not knowing what to say. No ones ever talked to him like you just did. He didn’t think you would look and act like this. “You are very beautiful and really confident, very different from your brother. At least I don’t have to look for you anymore. Thanks for making my life easier sweetheart.”

You chuckled, “You won’t kill me.”

“And why is that?” he asked smirking.

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In the Woods:

You took his hand in your’s and transported you both into the woods, you wanted to talk to him where it would be quiet and where no one would listen.

“I’m much stronger than you are.  And since you merged with Luke, you’re like a little puppy.” You said sharply, but smirking. “Yes, I know exactly who you are.”

“Well the Puppy wanted to kill your brother just a few minutes ago..” Kai replied.

“Yeah, but you didn’t.”

“Because-”

“-Don’t say because you wanted to kill me first. You wanted to know who I was, you felt my spirit, just like I felt yours.” You responded. “Maybe so you could get my powers too, but definitely  not to kill me.”

You were right, Kai wanted to know why he doesn't felt like the most powerful witch. When he got into the prison world in 1903, he heard that a sister of Vampires was extremely powerful, and over a hundred years old. He knew he needed to find you, so he could steal your powers, but now that he met you, he’s more fascinated by you than he ever imagined.

“I assume,  my brother doesn’t know that you felt me here the entire time.” You asked smiling, while Kai nodded. “Well, if you want my powers, you can try to take them, but it won’t be easy. For either of us, but just so you know, I would be the one to survive, I already freed my brother.. Nice spell by the way.”

“And I guess you never got a call from Damon, because he never told you about me to keep you safe.” You smirked, Kai couldn’t stop smiling, he started to like you more by the second, “So Y/N, what are we going to do now?”

“Glad you asked, first off, you will stop hurting and stop trying to kill  my family and friends-”

“And if I don’t?” Kai asked still with a smile. “Will you rip my throat out?”

“No,” You paused and chuckled, “I’ll torture you and then I’ll call Bonnie so she can do whatever she wants to do with you.” You threatened him. “Or, you could stop being a psycho and we could learn from each other.”

“Like how a girl with Vampire brothers is also a powerful witch, who happens to be over a hundred years old?”

“Maybe.” You smiled. “See you soon.” you said, while you turned around to walk back to your house.

“Wait! Y/N! When can I see you again?” Kai asked shouting.

You turned around and smiled.

“I mean for learning stuff..”

“When you stop being a hot psycho and start only being hot.” You replied and transported yourself to your house, not giving him a chance to respond.

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Destruction, In The Name Of Love [Damon Salvatore x Reader].

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Requested by: Anonymous

Request: Hey could you please do a Damon Salvatore one shot where the reader is a newly turned vampire and she has a crush on Damon but thinks he’s so massively in love w/ Elena cuz she’s like this perfect vampire? So like in the beginning her humanity is on but eventually she gets fed up and turns it off & reeks havoc? & like Damon was helping her adjust…hope that makes sense haha but yea in the end the end up together please? I also don’t mind whoever writes it. Both of u r great writers!

A/N: Oh goodness! There’s so much within this request and definitely a lot of places I can take this; which is really good! I’m so proud of this, I think it’s my best Damon one so far. Thanks so much for requesting, I hope you enjoy what I’ve come up with! Thanks also for your kind words, Admin Kat and I really appreciate them! - Admin Erika💖  


Title: Destruction, In The Name Of Love [Damon Salvatore x Reader].

Type of piece: Fic.

Pairings: Damon Salvatore x Reader, hints of Elena x Damon (the reader thinks they’re in love).

Word Count: 1,888 words.

Warnings: Thoughts of unrequited love, possible violence because of humanity being turned off, not much fluff, more angst but happy ending. (Let me know if I’ve forgotten anything, love’s.)

Disclaimer: I don’t own TVD but L. J. Smith does!


You looked after Damon, watching as he walked away, counting each step he took without consciously realising it. You sighed, a ball of tension settling deep in your gut as you once again reminded yourself that Damon was in love with Elena and could never fall in love with someone like you. There was no way that you could ever compare to someone like Elena; she was beautiful, smart, popular, and you were… well, you.

The tension in your gut moved, churning in your stomach and making you feel sick. It’d been so long since you’d acknowledged your feelings for Damon, and yet you still hadn’t come clean about them to him. You’d told Stefan, who had been sworn to secrecy on pain of spilling his embarrassing secrets. Stefan had told you to give it time, and you had. But how much time? You’d given it years, waiting for your feelings for Damon to die down, fizzle out, but they hadn’t. If anything, all you’d seen him go through had just solidified, strengthened your feelings for him. There was no end in sight for you.

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Okay, here’s the thing, I think Damon’s been over Elena for a long time.
It might just be my Bamon shipper heart reading too much into little things but let me explain how I see things.
I think in the last episode we got Damon realising and finally admitting to himself that he loves Bonnie more than anything.

First of all, the look on Damon’s face when Caroline mentioned Elena. It just didn’t look right, not the kind of look one would give when someone mentions the so-called “love of their life”. It felt like Damon wanted to stop and tell her something, that what she had just said wasn’t entirely right but then he let it go.

Then we have the epic battle between Cade and Bonnie for Damon’s soul. Like, the way Bonnie fought for him, she just didn’t want to let him go and Damon was just so shocked. When she said that she would fight he just looked like he couldn’t believe she would do something like this for him. This scene for me was really a way to show both’s love for each other.
And the look. The look he gave her when he was hugging his brother. For me this was the point where he finally realised that he loved her and needed her. And Bonnie looking back at him, just smiling… guys, she looked so in love. Maybe she wasn’t even thinking about how much she loved him and that she could actually be in love, I don’t know how to explain this, she was just looking at him, relieved, and in love.
(And little random thing, that scene, the hug between brothers and him looking at Bonnie, reminded me soooo much of Elsa and Anna’s hug at the end of Frozen where Anna then looks at Kristoff while hugging his sister. That kind of look just feels like something people in love would do).

And then, Damon being excited when Bonnie comes over. The whole scene had such a big meaning for me.
Damon was smiling down at Elena, then he closed her coffin and turned around to welcome Bonnie with champagne. They were of course celebrating Cade’s death but it felt like he was celebrating something more. For me, the look he had when looking at Elena was him finally letting her go. They had their time, a relationship that belonged to the past. Of course he was also happy that she was still ‘alive’, both her and his brother, but it just felt so much like he was letting her go. And closing the coffin and turning to Bonnie, with the champagne, saying “Yes” almost in a whisper to himself, then him saying “You came!” in that way like he was afraid she wouldn’t come because he had something to celebrate for with her, it just felt like he was ready to finally move on with her.

The thing I actually wanted to say is that through all this season we always got Damon mentioning Elena and his love for her but for me it was like he was saying it because everyone was expecting him to say it. It was like he had to mention it because everyone knew he loved her and it had to be that way but this love just went away and he was afraid of admitting that he loved someone else instead, to everyone else and to himself.
I’m not sure if this makes sense but it also adds to Damon not saying Elena’s name when telling Stefan about the girl he hopes to marry one day (and Bonnie not saying Enzo’s name when telling her grandma she’s in love with a vampire).

Again, I wasn’t hoping on Bamon becoming endgame anymore, I had lost all my hope, and I’m still a bit wary about it, but I got my hope back with this episode. I don’t want to deceive myself but the thing is, we got some pretty big hints and scenes and I know that it might just be my shipper heart hoping to see this ship finally sail and become canon, but I guess we just have to wait and see.

We still got a great character development from both Bonnie and Damon and we also have some great episodes and scenes so if it doesn’t end the way we hope, let’s remember what we have ♥

Make Me Like You

Reader x Stefan Salvatore

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Imagine: You are hopelessly in love with your friend Stefan Salvatore, which could be a good thing, if he was not still in love with his last girlfriend, Elena Gilbert. Well, that is how you see things. But remember: not everything is what it seems.

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You stared at your phone once more, realising he was not going to text you. Or even call you. If you stopped even a second to analyse the situation, it was rather stupid to keep waiting for that to happen. Nevertheless, Stefan Salvatore was a taken man. Well, not literally, because he and Elena broke up almost six months ago. Yet, he still seemed off about it, which made your heart break in ways you did not conceive as possible.

“Oh, damn it! Why did you have to make me like you, anyway?” You huffed, standing up and leaving the living room.

Those feelings began to surface after you and him went on a mission together to find a witch who could help with the whole Originals deal. Stefan was so sweet and caring back there. Of course, he never actually showed you he was interested in more than a friendship. Also, it felt deeply wrong to like your best friend’s boyfriend. However, you could not help it. Suddenly, the younger Salvatore was all you could see. When they broke up… It sort of enlightened your day, even though it was a completely messed up thing to think.

You turned the TV on and tried to focus your mind on the funny sitcom. It did not work. The only thing buzzing in your head was him. And his gorgeous smile and sweet green eyes. How he would call you up just to talk and maybe have a drink. The way you two connected… It was kind of rare. Only Stefan was not able to see it. Stuck in the memories of his epic love with Elena. It frustrated you the fact they were meant to be. It was not fair!

A soft groan escaped your lips and, finally, you decided to go out. Clear your head and, if the odds were on your favour, find a distraction. Within ten minutes you were parking outside the Mystic Grill, ready to eat and drink something. The vodka cranberry taste sprinkling on your thoughts.

“Hey, Matty!” You waved at the blond, watching a smile appear.

“Now, what are you doing here, Y/N?”

“Hum, I think this is a bar, so… I’m pretty sure I came here to drink.” Your voice was sarcastic and he noticed, shaking his own head. “Can you get me my favourite?”

“Yes, but don’t think this is over, miss Y/L/N.”

Matt Donovan was your best friend since both of you were ten. Still, apart from that, you could not find the strength to come clean about how you felt to him. Once he heard you had gotten yourself in love with Stefan, he would flip out. Mainly because you kept this a secret for too long and, boy, the blond hated secrets.

“There you go.”

“Thanks, Matt.” You winked, sipping on your drink.

“I hate to see you like that, Y/N! Pretending like there’s nothing wrong… So typically you. I wish you would tell me what’s going on.”

“I-I can’t, Matty. It’s not that I don’t want to, I do! If only all of this was easier.”

“Look, I want to know everything.” He rolled his eyes. “But I have to work. My shift is almost over. Can you wait?”

“I guess…” You shrugged.

“OK. At least you won’t be alone while you do it.”

“Why are you saying that?”

Matt laughed and pointed to the door, where Stefan stood. You suppressed a sigh and took another sip from the vodka you ordered, struggling to maintain your heartbeat under control. Donovan patted you on the shoulder and got back to his work, leaving you to deal with the devils on your back.

“I didn’t thought I’d see you here, Y/N.”

“Yeah, you know… I was bored at home so I thought: what better way to cheer me up than drinking?

He chuckled, taking a sit in front of you. His sweet eyes watching your every move. It was times like these you wished you were able to read minds. Not that you liked to snoop on other people’s lives, but because your heart desperately needed to know something. Either to give it all up or keep hoping.

“Is everything okay?”

“Huh?” You shook your head, exhaling. “Oh, yeah. I’m fine.”

“It doesn’t seem like you are.” His hand grabbed yours and God knows how you were able to hold a shudder. “Talk to me.”

Maybe, just maybe, it was time to open yourself up. Tell him exactly what had been going on with you and your feelings. Gosh, that would be a harsh thing to do. You finished the drink and soon enough ordered another one. Yeah, the opportunity was right there, in front of your eyes. He needed to know, no matter how loud your thoughts were screaming for you not to do it. It was the only way to shake it out of you.

“Can I trust you with a secret?”

“Of course you can, Y/N.” His sounded normal, but you could catch the hint of concern within his words. “We’re friends and I really care about you.”

Oh, shucks.

“Hum… OK. There’s something I need to tell you.”

“I’m all ears.” Stefan smiled gently and stroked the back of your hand, which was still lost between his larger ones. “Come on!”

“I know you are still in love with Elena and…”

“Wait, what?”

“Shut up and let me finish.” He nodded, still frowning but agreeing to hear you talk. “I don’t want to get in the middle of you two. But I can’t help myself. Stefan, I’m in lo… I mean, I really like you.”

“What are you saying?”

Was he dumb or anything? I was pretty clear on what I said!”, you thought, almost rolling your eyes at his response.

“Come on! You know what I said… I like you.”

His bright white teeth shone when he smiled.

“This was random.” Your beloved rose his eyebrows. “Hum, I like you too, Y/N.”

“You’re probably didn’t understand. I don’t like you as a friend, Stefan…”

“You mean… Really like me?”

“Yes.”

“Wow.”

That was not what you were expecting. Suddenly, the embarrassment started to crawl up your emotional wall. He did not felt the same way, as, deep down, you expected him to. Now, you had lost a friend. You were so freaking stupid.

“I-I need to go. I’m sorry.”

“Wait!” You simply placed a twenty dollar bill and left, meeting the bright moon on the sky. So beautiful for such a horrible night. “Y/N, wait.”

“What, Stefan? I know you don’t want to be with me. I don’t even know why I said anything.”

“You didn’t even give me a chance to explain! Matter fact, to say anything.”

You narrowed your eyes a bit. He did not have to say anything. You were just his silly little friend. And that was all you would ever be. Now, without a doubt, even your ears were red out of the unpleasant awkward situation. “Why couldn’t I keep my mouth shut?”, a cruel though popped up in your head.

“I’m sorry about the way I reacted.”

“No, you don’t have to do that.”

“Could you just let me finish?”

“OK, I’ll shut up.”

“You’re really special to me. I don’t I have ever met a girl so though and so resilient. And there’s no way I can repay for everything you have done to me. To keep me going.” Stefan pulled you close, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Elena was a huge part of my life. I won’t deny it. However, she’s gone. Living her dream with Damon. And I’m happy for both of them. Of course it took me awhile to get over that, but you stayed and put up with me at my worst. That’s why I don’t need to hesitate now: I love you, miss Y/L/N. You’re truly the one for me.”

“Oh, Stefan!” The tears built up on your eyes began to stream down your face. “I’m so happy. I-I never would have figured you felt this way.”

“I wish I knew you felt like this sooner.” He whispered in your ear, kissing a sweet spot on your neck.

You sighed, biting your lower lip.

“Can I say one more thing?”

“Yes.” Stefan replied, softly.

“I love you too.” It was barely a whisper, but you knew he had heard.

He cupped your cheeks and let his thumb wipe off the teardrops which insisted to keep falling. The younger Salvatore, then, kissed your mouth very gently. His lips applying a tender pressure against your own. You pulled a lock of his caramel hair, taking all the pleasure you could get from that. It was definitely a dream coming true.

“Now, would you come back inside with me and have another drink?” Stefan whispered against your lips, a short awhile after you two shared such an intimate moment.

“Let me think…” He chuckled. “Yeah, we can do that.”

“I’m glad I fit in your tight schedule, Y/N.”

“Don’t be such a drama queen, honey.”

“I’m not!”

You laughed, stepping in the bar once more. As you watched him go over to get you new drinks, you realised how lucky you were to be in love with him. The curse became the relief. That’s why a grin appeared when you saw him coming back and leaning in for the second kiss of the night.

It finally hit you: choosing to love Stefan Salvatore was the best thing you had ever done. That’s why you would never give up on that feeling.

“Ready to have the night of your life with me?”

“It already is, darling.”

You smiled, joining him and being genuinely happy you were there at the right time with the right kind of feelings.

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“Your hair is so soft…” 

Bonnie rolled her eyes. “And you are so drunk.” 

“Tipsy,” he corrected.

Shaking her head, a fond smile upturning her lips, she watched as he continued to run his fingers through her hair. It was longer than it’d been the last time she saw him. After spending two years abroad, she’d returned to the States feeling stronger, happier, and more confident in herself. She also returned to find out Damon and Elena had broken up. Elena had moved to Boston for medical school while Damon remained behind, playing surly uncle to Caroline’s daughters. 

With a gentle sigh, she rubbed her fingers over his forehead and back through his hair. She wasn’t sure when he’d put his head in her lap, but it was strangely comfortable. In the time she’d been away, she and Damon talked often. Days would pass where all they would do was text back and forth, about anything and everything, and then suddenly, she’d call or he would and they’d spend hours on the phone. Talking about life as a human now, about where she’d been or where she should visit next. In a way, it felt like he was on that journey with her, so entwined with her life as he was. Which was why she was surprised to hear that he and Elena had broken up more than a month ago. 

“You wanna talk about it?” 

He sighed, long and loud. “About what?” 

She cocked her head. “Seriously?” 

“What’s there to say?” 

“I don’t know… The love of your life packed up and left. I thought you’d have a few things to say, or ask. Like, ‘how do I get her back, Bonnie?’” 

Continuing to stroke his fingers through the tails of her hair, he shook his head. “It was a long time coming.” 

“Since when?” Her brow furrowed. “You never mentioned anything.” 

“No? I didn’t slip how unhappy we were getting into one of our four-hour-long conversations?” 

“I think I would’ve remembered…” 

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Endure Choices {SE One Shot}

So! Some of you were really salty I did a Bonkaifan preview and not an SE update and some of you were wondering where the hell the review for 1x08 is. Well, I’m doing the review now and I wrote an SE one shot which I was going to upload yesterday but work got in the way, lol. It’s fulfilling one of many one shot requests, which was for me to do a drabble/one shot of Elena showing up to the Steroline wedding. I hope you enjoy it!

Stefan paced the room, loosening and re-tightening his tie, rolling his shoulders back; the suit felt too tight even though he new it couldn’t be — Caroline had made him promise to have his clothes tailor-made for the wedding. Anyway, it wasn’t just the suit — it was the room, everything felt small and close, he was hot and he couldn’t breathe, he was agitated and anxious. No. Those were the wrong words. Excited and nervous. That was what was how he felt. It was his wedding day, a certain level of anxiety was to be expected. He gritted his teeth. He felt like climbing walls. Patches of sweat dampened his shirt — a less desirable side effect of being human once more. Everything felt so claustrophobic, he was suffocating —

Sudden calm.

Stefan paused. He exhaled. He relaxed.

After a moment he furrowed his eyebrows and turned around.

Elena.

She stood in the doorway, blue jeans and sneakers, red tank-top, cropped leather jacket — the spitting image of the memory he carried of her in his head. The sight of her made Stefan feel faint and his knees threatened to buckle beneath him, it was as if a dream had found its way into reality just to torment him. But he knew it was real. The intensity with which his heart ached told him so. He couldn’t even be happy to see her, he couldn’t even embrace her, feel her realness, he couldn’t be anything but angry.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said finally.

Elena didn’t look surprised by his words, she only nodded slightly. “I know,” she said, inching into the room and closing the door behind her. “I just …” She swallowed hard. “I heard what was happening and I just wanted to say congratulations.”

Stefan nodded. He felt like he was going to keel over. “Thank you,” he said.

Elena smiled slightly. She walked over to him with slow, almost brittle steps. When she was only a foot away from him, her smile widened as he stared down at her.

“Congratulations,” she said again.

She stood up on tiptoe and hugged him and Stefan pressed her against his torso. He could feel Elena nestle her head into the crook of his neck and he closed his eyes at the familiar sensation of her nestled in his arms — he hadn’t realized how desperately he’d longed to hold her all these years, how his entire body felt devoid of real warmth i her absence. The piece of himself he’d been missing all this time had finally found its way back and he felt like himself again, felt whole, felt complete. It was Elena. He wasn’t truly living unless he was living with her. He —

Stefan’s eyes snapped open and he took a step back, shaking his head. “Why couldn’t you say congratulations at the reception like everyone else?”

Elena exhaled heavily. “I woke up and I was alone and I saw an RSVP on the kitchen counter and I just …” She closed her eyes. “I needed to see you before it happened. Before you became hers.”

Stefan glared at her. “And what about what I need? What about what’s best for me?”

“What are you —?”

“I never stopped loving you, Elena,” said Stefan sharply.

She pressed her lips together, silently screaming at the fact that the words she always wanted to hear were the words that also hurt her the most because nothing could be done about them.

“Stefan…”

“I know you know that. Everyone knows that. Caroline knows that. And you came anyway? I can’t see you today.”

“You think it’s easy for me seeing you here? Easy for me to wake up after how many years to find out you’re marrying my best friend? Well it isn’t, Stefan. I feel awful and I feel awful for feeling awful but I thought —”  

“No, I thought, Elena. I thought that this would be us.” Stefan gritted his teeth and hung his head. “For a long time, I thought somehow, some day you and I would end up together and the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do was accept that that wasn’t going to happen.”

Elena’s felt her throat tighten but she bit the inside of her lip to keep from crying. Stefan’s stare blazed with raw intensity. “You being here is messing with my head and that isn’t fair to Caroline.”

“I don’t want to hurt Caroline. Or Damon.”

“Then why are you here?”

“Because I never stopped loving you either, Stefan,” said Elena. “Did you really think I did? No matter how serious it got with Damon, no matter how much you tried to take a step away from me, you were always with me, you never went away, it wasn’t even something I could begin to fight, I never don’t love you. I just—”  

“What did you say?”

“I needed time.”

Stefan’s eyes widened and Elena put her hands to her head. “And what was I supposed to do, wait for you to fall out of love with my brother?”

“No, of course not —”

“He was going to take the cure for you, you two were going to have a human life together.”

“I wouldn’t have let him do it.”

“You made a choice, Elena.”

“And so did you! You’re marrying my best friend.”

“And you slept with my brother!”

“I know!” said Elena.

Stefan paused and looked at her. “I didn’t want to cause any problems between you and Damon.”

“I know,” she whispered.

“I didn’t want to pine for you and haunt your steps and make you feel guilty for us not being together.”

Her tone flattened. “I know.”

“I wanted to be happy again. I wanted a life.”

“I know,” she gasped.

“I love her,” said Stefan. “Caroline? I do love her. It’s not, it’s won’t be, it’s —”

“I know, Stefan, I know,” said Elena. “I just… “ She cleared her throat. Her face was getting hot. She couldn’t cry. “I love you so much and I had to see you before it happened. I want you to be happy, Stefan, I want you to be so so happy because you deserve everything and Caroline is great, she’s kind of the perfect woman.”

Stefan stared at her.

“That’s what I wanted to say,” said Elena. “Be happy.” She turned around and opened the door and before he could think twice about what he was about to say, Stefan started to speak.

“I’ll … I’ll never love anyone the way I love you, Elena,” he said. “I just … I can’t. You’re the love of my life.”

She paused at the door and turned her head to face him. “And don’t ever think I could ever love anyone the way I love you. You’re the one. The minute you bumped into me in the hallway I knew you were the one.” She smiled sadly. “You make a dapper groom Stefan Salvatore.” And then she left, closing the door.

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When Elena heard the door click behind her, she bent over and started hyperventilating, trying to catch her breath. She didn’t even hear the footsteps in the hallway.

“Elena? Elena is that you?”

Get it together, Elena, please, get it together. She stood up, subtly trying to control her breathing as she did. “Bonnie?”

They stared at each other for a moment, both of them paralyzed in a shocked happiness and then they ran toward each other and hugged.

Elena smiled. “I’ve missed you,” she said.  

“I can’t believe this. How is this possible?” said Bonnie. “How did you—?”

“I … I don’t know, I thought you did it!”

“No,” said Bonnie, shaking her head. She hugged her tighter. “No, I wish I did. I wanted to try, Elena, but Kai said —”

“It doesn’t matter,” said Elena, smiling. “We’ll figure it out later, let me just …” She pulled away to see Bonnie and giggled as she touched her face. “You’re real. This happening. I can’t believe it.”

“Oh my God, Caroline is going to freak! This was the best day to wake up!”

Elena’s smile faltered slightly but she did her best to perk back up, hoping Bonnie didn’t notice. “Yeah it is. I, um, I wanted to wish her well but I still don’t quite right so I think I’ll just see her and then go.”

“Yeah,” said Bonnie. “Yeah if you’re not feeling well. Let’s go.”

She took Elena by the hand and led her through the hallway and down the stairs. “Wait until you meet Josie and Lizzie, they’re the cutest things in the entire world. If Caroline doesn’t watch out, I might steal them from her. Is that a bad joke to make since they were kind of kidnapped?”

“Uh…”

“Sorry, you probably have no idea what I’m talking about,” said Bonnie. “How long have you been awake? I’m guessing you didn’t get to read any of our journal entries yet.”

“Only a few…”

Bonnie opened a door with white tulle over the frame. “I’ve got a surprise for you!”

“Bonnie! A surprise? I’m having a meltdown here, Josie spilled something all over her flower girl dress and —”

Caroline stopped speaking when she turned around to face the door. She looked from Elena to Bonnie and back again. “Elena? Is this … Bonnie, what did you do?”

“I didn’t do it, she just woke up and —”

“Oh my God, this is amazing!” Caroline exclaimed. She ran over to Elena and hugged her. “It must be a June wedding miracle! Even if it isn’t in June but whatever, that’s not the point. Elena, you’re here!”

Elena smiled. It was the strangest sensation to feel so utterly glad to see her friend again and to be completely devastated about the circumstances with which they were seeing each other. She pulled away. “Congratulations,” she barely gasped. “I just …I wanted to tell you congratulations.”

“Wait a minute,” said Caroline. “Why are you saying it like you’re not staying? You’re a bridesmaid.”

Elena’s eyes widened slightly. “I don’t have a dress.”

“OK you might think this is crazy but I sort of had your bridesmaid dress made and I brought it with me. I know it’s a little insane but I don’t know I just needed to feel like you were here too and bringing the dress here just made it feel like you would come to put it on. I’m a total nutcase, right?”

“No,” said Elena. “No, that’s sweet. I just … I don’t feel quite oriented, you know, like I just woke up and —”

“But it’s my wedding day,” said Caroline. “You and Bonnie are my best friends and it’s all a girl really wants, to share one of the greatest days of their lives with their best friends, right?”

Each of Caroline’s words felt like a blow to Elena’s chest, causing her to hold her breath. She felt like she was going to collapse. “OK,” she said. “I’ll get ready.”

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Stefan could feel the emotion swell in his gut, choking his windpipe but he cleared his throat — he would endure and he would endure dry-eyed. As long as Elena managed to leave then it would be fine, he would be fine. A knock on the door.

“Come on, little brother, it’s show time.”

Stefan sighed. He could do this. He would do this. He would be happy and in love and it would be with Caroline Forbes, a woman he very much cared for. His promulgations felt much less hollow in Elena’s absence and now that she was back, she awakened in him all that he’d been missing for nearly five years but he made a choice, he made a choice and he was seeing it through because it was a good choice, a rational choice.

“Stefan, man, let’s go.”

“Yeah, Damon, I’m coming.”

He wondered if he should tell him Elena was awake but then it would bring about too many hurtful questions, like why Elena went to him first and not Damon. Stefan was sure Elena went to see Bonnie and Caroline, they could be the ones to tell Damon she was awake.

Stefan opened the door and smiled when Damon saw him. “Looking sharp,” he said. “Ready to end your life as a free man?”

“Funny and original, Damon, thank you.”

Damon grinned and clapped Stefan on the shoulder. “Let’s go.”

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Stefan stood at the altar, looking out at the tons of people sitting in the rows of chairs in front of him. He knew probably five of them and two of those people were Matt Donovan and his father. The decorations were extravagant but poised, everything very much a reflection of Caroline’s taste; rather than feeling like the groom, he felt like a groom, like he was playing a role for a magazine shoot.

The music sounded and Stefan smiled fondly as Josie and Lizzie littered the aisle with pink rose petals. Bonnie walked down after them with that easy grace only she could ever possess and that Stefan had always admired. A woman from Caroline’s work walked down after her and Stefan smiled politely when she made her way to the front. He turned back toward the aisle, preparing to see Caroline, no preparing to see his bride, his soon-to-be wife, his —

Stefan’s stomach dropped.

No. NO.

Elena walked stiffly down the aisle, her eyes lowered to the bouquet she held in her hands. Stefan barely heard Damon’s whisper. “Elena?”

A hole had gnawed its way through Stefan’s gut, emptying his very centre and his heart thudded painfully, everything inside of him was screaming. She couldn’t be here. Every step she took toward him felt like a jab in his chest and he was desperately thankful that he was not a vampire because he didn’t think he would be able to bear the anguish that was currently working its way through him if he was still subjected to that condition; if he had still been a vampire, the pain would’ve broken him apart.

Elena made it to the altar and Damon shifted to go to her but she shook her head slightly. “After,” she whispered.

She shifted her focus to Stefan who looked at her with angry betrayal. How could you do this to me.

Elena furrowed her eyebrows, her eyes shining with unshed tears. I had no choice. I’m sorry.

Stefan closed his eyes for a brief second and then took in a deep breath. We will endure this.

Elena swallowed and then found a spot next to Bonnie, tight-lipped and staring straight ahead directly past Stefan.

The wedding march sounded and all the guests stood up. Stefan turned toward the aisle again and saw Caroline walk down the steps toward him. She did look very pretty. Beautiful. Her blonde curls radiant in the sun but Stefan could only look at her, he couldn’t see her, not really, not with his entire being because it was attuned elsewhere, synced to Elena and he felt her everywhere as he watched Caroline walk toward him.  

He should do it, call it off, no one would have to know why, he could be the asshole who humiliated Caroline at her own wedding, it had to be better than this, right? It had to be better than shackling her to him instead of bonding her, leaving her wanting for something he couldn’t for the life of him give her.  

Stefan jerked as if he were about to move forward and speak but something held him back, a strong aura, a silent plea. Elena. He could feel her screaming at him even though he wasn’t looking at her and she wasn’t speaking. He knew in her mind she was yelling at him to stop, to endure, to be happy, to make Caroline happy, he’d made a choice after all.

He couldn’t breathe.

Caroline made it to the altar and Stefan took her by the hand as she moved to stand in front of him. He could see Elena in the periphery, just behind Caroline and a little to the right. Her head was turned toward them like the other bridesmaids but her eyes were lowered. Stefan looked back to Caroline who was smiling incredulously. She put her hand on his cheek.

“Aww, your face is red,” she said. “Are you going to cry?”

“No,” Stefan whispered. He smiled. “I won’t cry, I promise.”

She giggled.

Damon started the proceedings and something within Elena shrunk painfully, there was a weight on her chest that made her want to sink onto the floor. It hurt her to be so devastated with grief on her best friend’s wedding day and she wanted to the ceremony to be over so she could feel ashamed in private, so she could endure the extent of her sorrow alone because watching the two of them together opened within her a wound beyond healing

“The couple has prepared their own vows…”

Elena closed her eyes at the words. Is this what she woke up for? To suffer for a choice she thought she needed to make but that only caused her massive destruction.

“Oops.”

Caroline fumbled with the piece of paper she’d written her vows on and it fell to the floor. When she bent to pick it up, Elena took this moment to glance at Stefan. Just once. When he wasn’t paying attention. She lifted her head slightly to gaze at him and saw that he was already looking at her, raw-eyed and clenched jaw. Her lips parted. Something within her contracted. And she felt the tears before she knew what was happening; she didn’t sniffle or blubber, she merely cried silently, stoically, accepting the warm streaks down her face.

The emotion that had been swelling in Stefan’s chest burst beyond repression and a tear dropped from his eye as he watched Elena cry. Caroline stood back up, blocking most of Elena from Stefan. She looked at him.

“You did cry,” she said.

“Sorry,” he gasped as another tear fell. “I am so sorry.”

Caroline smiled and started to read her vows as Stefan and Elena kept each other in their sights, staring at one another through the corners of their eyes, as one tear fell after the other.

Damon turned to Stefan. “Brother, your turn.”

Stefan’s eyes fluttered. He refocused his attention to Caroline who beamed at him. “Caroline, I …” He pressed his lips together.“I am not a perfect man and I never want to hurt you. Ever. You’ve seen me through so much. So I … I vow to you today to do everything in my power to be the man that you deserve…”

Elena chewed on her bottom lip as another tear fell, the salty sadness stinging her tongue. Stefan powered through even though he was torn inside with longing and guilt and shame and sadness.

At the back of the venue, behind the guests, two people listened to the ceremony with lazy expressions; one was picking at her nails and the other was eating some of the wedding cake with his fingers.

“I have to say, I’m disappointed. All I heard in Hell were stories about the Infamous Katherine Pierce and your flare for making an entrance. All you did was wake up Elena Gilbert. Not to brag, but the last time I crashed a wedding, the bride died and so did, like, fifty guests. This is just boring.”

Katherine turned to Kai. “This is more personal than that. I don’t just want to kill them for what they did to me, I want to destroy their lives and everyone knows, including Caroline but she’s just being an idiot, that Stefan Salvatore and bland, simple, self-righteous Little Miss Elena Gilbert are each other’s One True Loves. They will never get over each other. And nothing pleases me more than Stefan watching Elena watch him marry her best friend while Damon watches Elena’s reaction to Stefan marrying Caroline and Caroline being Caroline and burying her head in the sand, acting like none of this is happening. It’s going to rip them all apart until finally one of them snaps and I’m going to be there when that happens. They’re going to destroy themselves over this little love rhombus and then when they’ve psychologically and emotionally torn each other to shreds, I will kill them all.”

*Fun fact* I was trying to recreate a scene from a Chinese drama called The Princess Weiyoung:

Did I succeed?

One moment I was tied to a chair with Stefan and Elena, the next I was being thrown to the ground by Enzo, Elena next to me.

“Here we are.” Enzo sighed contently, “now we just wait for your rescuers. They’ll be on their way.” He smirked.

“Let us go!” Elena snapped. Enzo shook his head, “you see, Damon killed my hope, now I’m gonna kill the two things he loves most right in front of him.” He continued to smile sickly.

“Then Damon will just kill you.” I hissed sitting up. He shook his head, “he’ll try, but I doubt he’ll prevail. He’ll be to caught up with grief.” Enzo turned around and began to walk around waiting. Elena looked at me, putting a finger to her lips. In a flash she had her hands around Enzos neck, before I could do anything, he snapped hers.

“No!” I shouted and flashed towards him, but he caught me by the throat.

“You’re a feisty one.” He laughed, and squeezed my neck. I grabbed his hand and tried to pull it away but I couldn’t. I could feel my throat breaking, I struggled to get loose again. But failed.

“Enzo…please.” I gasped pleading.

“You know I begged your brother not to leave. He just looked at me, turned around and left.” He hissed his eyes full of anger.

“I’m sorry…” My voice came out in a wheeze. He shook his head, “not good enough.”

*SNAP*

I gasped jolting up, then fell back down coughing clutching my neck.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Stefan was suddenly beside me. I looked up at him holding my neck, “you’re okay.” He said reassuringly.

“Where’s Elena?” I looked around finding myself back in my dorm room.

“She’s fine, she’s with Damon.” He explained.

“What happened to Enzo?”

“I chased him off.” Stefan replied, “but I did have some help.” I followed his gaze towards the door. My breathing jumped when I saw Elijah enter the frame.

“I’m gonna go check on Elena and Damon.” Stefan said getting up and left. Elijah moved further into the room.

“Aren’t you suppose to be in New Orleans?” I questioned getting up slowly.

“Yes.” He nodded, “but I figured I’d come suprise you.”

“Looks like you amazing time like always.” I stood in front of him. A grin broke out over my lips as I hugged him. His arms wrapped around me tightly, “thank god you’re alright.” He spoke into my hair.

“I’m glad you came back.” I breathed out. He pulled away from me, “I thought college was suppose to be a new start?” He raised an eyebrow.

“How about a work in progress?” I bent my neck to the side my arms still around his neck.
“Progress?” Elijah chuckled.

“I’m a Salvatore dating an Original, progress is all you’re gonna get.”

“Progress it is then.” He smiled before kissing my lips gently.