damon on the street

okay so my genius of a best friend just pretty much figured out what the hell just happened: stefan died and gave the cure to damon, obviously. delena got married and there was like a time jump or something to when they were walking down the street and damon just disappeared, that’s when damon died. then, elena sees the house and her family and that’s a sign that she died and basically all 3 of them died over a period of time and i am so at peace with that. the three main characters of this show being gone by the end without having the other characters mourn over it and go on with their lives and stefan has a lot to do with it. it also proves that no matter what damon goes back to stefan no matter what. it ALSO proves that stefan is for sure the main character of this freaking show because he started all of these characters lives and how they turned around mystic falls.
i don’t know but after this i’m satisfied with how the finale went down and i sobbed my eyes out the whole time.

That is the one singular moment in the episode that in my opinion is open to individual interpretation. To me, what it means, is that last little walk is representative of a life well lived for them. Like the idea that life well lived with family, with children, whatever it is that they wanted and then them parting at the end of a long life, and her finding her peace and him going to find his.
Not to say that their peace doesn’t include each other, but you know there’s reunions to be had first before you settle into whatever your life looks like after you pass. That’s my interpretation. It’s the idea that goodbye doesn’t need to be goodbye forever
BAMON: The Way It Should Be

A quick BAMON one shot. An alternate ending to the shit-tastic finale. Dedicated to imnothere4urentertainment! I hope you like it.


The Way It Should Be

Dear Damon,

I’m in Amsterdam having the time of my life. Hope you and Elena are well. Wishing you all of the best.


All it took was one glance at that postcard to convince Damon to finally do what he’d been dreaming and fantasizing about for so long… He was going after Bonnie.

He took crow form and flew right to Amsterdam. (And why not? It was cheaper than flying commercial.) Once he arrived in Europe, he morphed back into his human state (discreetly behind a tree) and set about looking for Bonnie. It shouldn’t be too hard to find her. He figured that she was at some museum.

This had been a long time coming. He’d spent four miserable months with Elena. They hadn’t ended on bad terms though. In fact, they were both relieved when it was over. They had changed so much in the time they were apart and deep down, they both realized that they were never meant to be together in the first place. They’d just been too stubborn and stupid to realize it before then.

The first week of their reunion, they had been happy. Well, as happy as they could be knowing that his brother was dead; that Stefan had sacrificed himself so that they could have a second chance to be together. But by the second week, the silence had started to settle in and her little habits and idiosyncrasies bugged the hell out of him. Worse, when he’d tried to fix her pancakes, she hadn’t even attempt to touch them.

By the end of their first month together, he was sleeping on the sofa in the boarding house more often than not. He would hear her crying at night and he knew she was crying for Stefan; that she was missing him as much as he missed his brother. And at nights when he did manage to catch a wink of sleep, he dreamt about Bonnie – her perfect smile, her exuberance, her strength… He often woke up in cold sweats, his whole body aching for the mocha-skinned beauty.

He and Elena had finally admitted after four months that they couldn’t be together anymore. She had been accepted into a pre-med program at Northwestern and wanted to go. He could have gone along for the ride, but he knew neither of them really wanted that. So they parted ways with a hug and tears (the tears were all for Stefan).

Damon had stayed in Mystic Falls, alone, for the next four months trying to convince himself that staying away from Bonnie was for the best, that she would always love Enzo and that he had no right to try and change her mind about that. But when that postcard from Amsterdam came, he couldn’t stay away any longer. He needed his best friend; he needed his confidant; he needed … the woman he loved.

Now he just had to find her and convince her that they belonged together.


Bonnie was standing in front of a magnificent Rembrandt painting in the Rijksmuseum, head cocked to the side, eyes focused on trying to take in every little color and detail when she heard footsteps approaching from behind her and then an all-too familiar voice was ringing in her ears.

“Excuse me, Miss, but do I know you from somewhere?”

She froze for a long moment though her heart took to hammering like a kick drum in her chest. Finally, slowly, she turned and looked at him. “Damon? Ohmigod, what are you-?” She didn’t finish her sentence. She was suddenly launching herself at him, throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him impossibly tight. “Damon!” She shrieked in excitement.

Damon whirled her around and around until she was breathless and then set her down on her two little feet. Her legs felt wobbly and she was smiling so brightly that her cheeks ached.

“Would you believe that I was just in the neighborhood?” Damon said with a cheeky smile.

“No, I wouldn’t believe it. Seriously, what are you doing here?”

“I came to see you… duh,” Damon said with a roll of his eyes.

“Yeah but -“

“Yeah but, what?”

“Where’s Elena?” Bonnie asked, looking over his shoulder as if she expected to see the petite brunette appear at any moment.

Damon shrugged. “She’s away at medical school, last I heard.”

“What do you mean ‘last you heard’?” Bonnie asked. She crossed her arms. “Damon, what’s going on?”

“Come on. I’ll explain everything. Let’s get out of this stuffy place, go for some drinks; have some fun.”

Bonnie looked at him curiously but allowed herself to be tugged out the doors of the museum and into the busy foot traffic on the streets. Neither she nor Damon spoke for a moment as he propelled her across the street towards a pub. They were about to head inside but she pulled him to a stop.

“What?” Damon asked.

“We can drink later,” Bonnie said. “For now, I really want to know what’s going on.”

“Why does anything have to be going on?” Damon asked with a casual shrug.

“When you spoke of Elena, you said ‘last you heard’. Did you two - did you two break up?”

Damon nodded. “We did,” he said. He didn’t exactly sound sad about it.

“Why is this the first I’m hearing about it? It’s been eight months since I left Mystic Falls. We’ve talked a bunch of times … How long have you two been -”

“Finito?” He shrugged. “About four months.”

Bonnie screeched. “How - why - what?” She was flabbergasted. She had thought Damon and Elena would go the distance. She had expected it and if she was honest with herself, that was part of the reason she had left Mystic Falls in the first place.

“Calm down, Bon,” Damon said. “You’re scaring the tourists.”

“I just don’t get it. You’ve loved Elena for long as I’ve known you. More than anything, you wanted her to awaken from her magical coma and she did and -” She sighed. “I just don’t get it.”

“Well, the first few weeks we were back together were okay…I guess. But it wasn’t long before I realized that she was missing Stefan. I would just look in her eyes and I could see it. She tried to hide it but it was obvious.”

“Damon, I’m sorry.”

“We tried to hold on for as long as we could - for Stefan’s sake. Because he died to give us a chance to be together. But it just became impossible. He was the glue that held us together and when he was gone… There was nothing left.”

“I’m so sorry. Damon. I just don’t get why you didn’t tell me all of this before now.”

“I didn’t want to ruin your ‘Eat, Pray, Love’ journey, you know… But when I got your postcard saying you were in Amsterdam, I knew I had to come and see you. I couldn’t stay away anymore. This was our place, our safe haven, for awhile, anyway.” Damon’s eyes were hooded and stormy as he looked at her and she shivered in spite of herself.

“I’m sor-”

“Don’t say you’re sorry again. This is … You have nothing to be sorry for. The truth was that it was inevitable. Elena is always going to miss Stefan, she’s always going to love him…. And while she was missing him, I realized how much I was missing …you.”

“Damon…” His gaze was so intense, that for a moment, she had to look away.

“Bonnie,” he said. He placed two fingers underneath her chin and tilted her head upwards so their eyes met. “I know I have no right to tell you this. I know you still love Enzo but I realized something too - something I’ve been denying for a helluva long time.”

Bonnie swallowed hard. “Wh-what?”

“That you’re the one I want,” Damon said. “That you’re the one I’ve always wanted.”

Bonnie felt her heart start to race even faster. She thought she might be having a heart attack. She slumped towards the ground but Damon caught her easily, expertly hauling her upright and pulling her close. Her whole body was on fire where their skin met. “Damon…”

“It’s true, Bonnie. I spent four months with Elena but on every one of those days, I thought about you and how much I missed you. How much - Dammit! I need you, Bonnie.”

“Damon, you don’t mean that. You’re rebounding. You’re-”

“I am not. I know what I want and who I want and it sure as hell isn’t Elena anymore.”

“If that’s true, why didn’t you come find me sooner?”

“Because - because I knew you were in love with Enzo. You probably still are. And I didn’t want to try to wreck that.”

“So you were being noble?”

“Shocking huh?” Damon smiled softly. “Honestly, if I would have had my way I would have been with you a lot sooner. I was in denial. I was an incredible idiot. I admit it. I want you to believe me when I say this… I want you, Bonnie Bennett. You and only you.”

Bonnie’s eyes moistened against her will. “Do you really mean that?”

“Yes, I mean that. Look me in the eyes and see for yourself. I promise I won’t compel you or do any sort of supernatural mumbo jumbo. Just look at me and you’ll see the truth.”

Bonnie stood back and looked at him long and hard. He said nothing, just stared at her in earnest, his lips set in a little smile. “It’s true,” she said. “You do want me.”

“I don’t just want you. Bon… I love you. And not in a friendship-y, brother and sister, sort of way.”

“Damon… This is all too much …”

“I know. You and Enzo -”

“I will always love Enzo but I want -”

“What? Tell me what you want. Tell me how you feel. I need to hear it.”

Bonnie nodded. “I feel …. The same way you do. I love you too, Damon.”

Damon seemed to visibly sag with relief. “Thank god. I didn’t want to be the only one feeling this way.”

“You’re not… but there is one problem.”

“What’s that?”

“Damon, we’ve never kissed before. What if we have no-”

“No chemistry? Ha! Come on, Bon. We’ve had that since the day we met. Even when we hated each other, we really didn’t hate each other, did we?”

Bonnie shook her head. “I told myself that I did. I mean, I tried to light you on fire because I thought I hated you that much. But maybe it was just a deflection.”

“I think we both know it was,” Damon said with a cocky smile. “You wanted me and I wanted you … And you know what? We can easily find out if our chemistry extends to kisses right now.”

“You want to kiss me?”

“Would I have come thousands of miles if I didn’t?”

“Elena -”

“Elena and I are over. I told you that. She knows how I feel about you. I told her point blank and I think she already suspected any way. I think she was relieved even. Because while I was missing you, she was missing Stefan.” His deep blue eyes clouded over for a moment. “Stefan … I miss that big lug, you know.”

Bonnie moved to rest her hand on his arm, feeling the strong sinew flexing beneath her palm. “I know. I miss him too.”

“Do you ever talk to Caroline?”

“Yes, I get a long letter or email from her every week. We also talk on the phone a lot. She’s getting better, healing, bit by bit. I think someday she’ll find the courage to move on.”

Damon nodded. “Stefan would have wanted that. He wouldn’t have wanted her to suffer; to mourn him for eternity. He was a good man.”

“He was, but Damon, you’re a good man too,” Bonnie said. “In fact, the best man I’ve ever known.”

Damon’s eyes locked on hers, his gaze burning into her, searing her to the core, making her want things that she used to think were impossible; things she had dared not even fantasize about. Now here he was, in Amsterdam, in their special place, and it was everything.

“I’m going to kiss you now, Bonnie,” Damon said. He moved impossibly close to her, hooking his fingers deftly in the belt loops of her denim shorts. She could feel his cool, minty breath on her skin. “Tell me you want me to kiss you.”

Bonnie just nodded. She couldn’t speak. The breath had been stolen completely from her lungs. She raised her face up to look at him, to see him. To really see him. The man she wanted, the man she adored, the man she loved. He was so damned beautiful.

And then he was kissing her, hungrily, fiercely, his soft lips scraping against the seam of hers, demanding entrance. She opened her mouth to allow him to deepen the kiss. She moaned in spite of herself, falling into the kiss, falling, falling, falling…

Her knees were shaking, her whole body trembling as she pushed herself as close to him as she could get, her breasts sandwiched against his hard chest.

He spun her around, making her impossibly dizzy, pushing her against the rear doors of a parked van. That felt familiar. She remembered how he had saved her life that day in Amsterdam when a car was bearing down on her. He had hesitated a few seconds then until it was almost too late, but now there was no hesitancy in his embrace, no holding back in his kiss. He was giving her everything, opening himself up to her, making himself vulnerable for her even. She appreciated it. She loved it.

Finally, Damon pulled back when she was panting and could no longer think coherently. He cradled her face in his large hands. “So what do you think, Witchy? Do we have chemistry?”

Bonnie just nodded mutely, a smile playing on her lips. She couldn’t find the words to say how much that kiss had aroused her; had brought her back to life again. And with Damon, she realized, no words were necessary. Looking into his eyes, she knew he already knew what she was thinking anyway. His vampire sixth sense at work, possibly, but it was more about how he knew her better than anyone ever had, or anyone ever would. He was her best friend. He was her everything actually. And looking at him in the bright sunlight, she knew that he felt exactly the same way.


anonymous asked:

You know what's ironic? That I started shipping Stelena when I was a huge delena fan but you made REALIZE That Delena was toxic. And I really thought that Stefan would lived and get the ending HE FRICKING DESERVED YOU KNOW WHATS THE MOST AWFUL THING ITS THAT STEFAN SAID THAT DAMON WAS THE ONE THAT DESERVED ELENA AND THAT HE WAS THE BETTER BROTHER IM PISSED IM SO FUCKING PISSED THAT I MAKE NO SENSE

First of all, I feel your pain. Trust me. 

Second of all, I’m glad I helped show you the light on what an abusive rapist murdering garbage person Damon is :) 

Thirdly, Stefan dying makes me want to riot the streets of Julie Plec’s house and honestly it doesnt even have to do with Elena. Sure, I wanted to see that, because duh, they were perfect soulmates and even trash Plec admitted “it was always Stefan”, which is fucking stupid to do the day before your finale comes out and she ends up with DAMON…like what the fuck is wrong with you? But anyway, it’s not about that. It’s about Stefan and his sacrifices, his accountability, his humanity, his love for everyone, his respect to the people around him, the fact that he has paid for his wrong doings time and time and time again and deserved a happy ending- and not a “I was married for one day then I got to reunite with my best friend in DEATH” kind of ending. Damon paid for nothing. So what- he was going to die for Elena/Stefan? Once? Cool, bro. Stefan has put his life on the line for you like 32049830248x throughout this show, while you just do whatever the fuck you please and ALWAYS seem to get what you want, regardless. 

Out of all the shows I watch, I have never been so irate about the character assassination  and retcon that has been done to this series. 


Originally posted by veronika-nika-svv

Originally posted by pleasingpics

Reader knew Damon in 1864. They meet again in Mystic Falls when Reader attacks Elena, which leads to them feeding off each other while having sex. Sorry if it’s too long I really liked this one.

Reader X Damon Salvatore

Warnings: Smut, maybe a swear word can’t remember truthful.

I walked behind Anna, more like danced behind Anna as we walked to the library her wanting to double check something about getting her Mom out of the tomb.

“Y/N Will you please stop? We are getting weird looks.”

“Oh hush you are just jealous.” I say walking into the building the smell of old paper filling my nose.

“Well will you at least calm down?” She asked as we walked up to stairs.

“Where is the fun in that?” I asked walking backwards in front of her.

That was clearly a bad idea because I soon found myself tripping over something or should I say someone.

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The Specialist

Note: Hey! This isn’t my usual, it’s more Damon fluff than anything else. Just a short one with no real storyline but I still hope you enjoy it. //Request one-shots are in the works! 

Character: Damon Salvatore x Reader

Warning: The tiniest bit of smut - this is more of a Damon fluff 

Word Count: 1259

“I’m wrinkly”, I laughed as I looked up at Damon with his arms spread across the edge of his bathtub. He chuckled and gathered up a ball of bubbles before blowing them in my face, “Jerk”, I glared at his now smirking face, “You love me”.

Spending time with Damon was my favourite way to go about my day, I’m pretty sure he feels the same way or else he would have kicked me out by now. Something about him changes when he’s with me, he’s not Damon the vampire, he’s just Damon; my Damon. Having a bubble bath together was just one thing on our never ending list of our favourite things to do together. Although, I’d always try to keep them PG, Damon managed to cop a feel once in a while, not that I stopped him or anything.

I could feel his hand creeping up my thigh amongst the hot water but I grabbed it tight before he could get any further. I raised my free hand and swayed my pointer finger from left to right like a ticking clock, “Uh uh uh”, I muttered with a wink. “Why must you hurt my feelings, Princess?”, he furrowed his eyebrows before flashing a smirk. I freed him from my grip and threw his hand down into the water and he immediately pulled it back. He moved back to his side of the tub and once again spread his arms along the edge.

“Hm, if that’s what you want”, I teased as I propped myself up and stepped out of the bathtub. Damon’s eyes followed my body as I walked over to the shower to rinse the bubbles off, “Coming?”, I asked, trying to be as seductive as I could. Within seconds, Damon was standing in front of me in the shower. “Leave the sexy talk to me, baby girl. You’re still learning, and I must admit it’s a little hard to live up to the master”, he smirked proudly. I rolled my eyes in annoyance and punched his chest with little force, causing him to laugh at my attempt in hurting him.

Once we were bubble free, I thought it was a good idea to grab some lunch. “How about the Grill?”, I suggested. “Ugh, I swear we’re at the Grill every day of our lives. Why don’t we go out of town for a change?”, Damon whined. “Well, do I really have a choice?”, I raised my eyebrows and crossed my arms. “Not at all” Damon smiled, I smiled back and hugged his soaking body.

It was almost time to leave for lunch when I walked downstairs and saw Damon, still wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. He was pouring himself glasses of bourbon and walking in circles around the kitchen counter, nothing I hadn’t seen before. “Damon, put a shirt on!”, I demanded, although I did find myself biting my lip in awe of how sexy he was. “Aw, come on! You know you love it”, he narrowed his eyes and deepened his voice. “Seriously! Get dressed you idiot”, I slapped his arm before he pulled me by my waist and gave me a long, slow kiss. He opened his eyes and perked up, “Hold that thought” he lifted his pointer finger and sped off, only to return within seconds. “Ready”, he smiled, fully clothed. I even caught a whiff of my favourite cologne of his on him.

We decided to go to a little cafe just outside of Mystic Falls, nothing too fancy. Although, the town was located in the middle of a rainforest, so the cafe was surrounded by trees and wildlife. “Gee, Stefan would love this place”, Damon laughed. “Why’s that?”, I asked as I picked up the menu, trying to maintain my appetite. “All these lil’ critters running around? It’s like a god damn thanksgiving feast out here for Stef”, Damon joked, but in all seriousness. “Ew, did I really have to know that?” I complained, rolling my eyes in disgust. “The more you know”, Damon winked.

Once we’d finished eating, we went for a stroll along the main street, browsing through the marketplace stalls. “Ooh, Damon! Bras!” I rejoiced, remembering I needed a couple new pairs of bras. Damon rolled his eyes, “I’m not coming in unless I get to choose one”, he complained. “I think I forgot to mention the part where I need everyday bras - not just lingerie, sweetheart”, I teased. “You pick the everyday. I pick the lingerie”, he decided and I willingly agreed.

We entered and were greeted by a friendly young woman, she ensured us that a bra fitting specialist would be back any moment. Damon was just as surprised as I was to see a male bra specialist, I knew this because as soon as Damon realised it was a man, he snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me to his side. “Ow”, I whispered and glared up at him, his tight grip made it feel like my skin was about to rip off. He immediately reframed from holding my waist and crept his hand just below my underarm, gripping just a little tighter than before. Positioning his hand elsewhere definitely didn’t lower the pain, I’m pretty sure my under arm is a lot more tender than my waist.

The pain was rising rapidly so I stomped on Damon’s foot, causing him to jump and narrow his eyes down at me. “What’s your problem”, I whispered “You’re grabbing me too tight”. He leant down and pecked my cheek before whispering into my ear, “The bra specialist has been checking you out since we walked in here”. No wonder his hands were literally digging into my skin, he was either jealous or protecting me. Either way, I loved it.

I went into the fitting room and Damon insisted that he stand guard at the door, although him ‘standing guard’ meant him watching the specialists every move. As the man began taking my measurements, I saw Damon at the door with his fist clenched and teeth grinding. I nodded towards him and furrowed my eyebrows, giving him the ‘Stop it. What the hell are you doing?’ look. He relaxed himself and kept a steady eye on the specialist.

As promised, Damon got to choose one bra. Just as I predicted, it was a lacy black bra and panty set. Damon just can’t go anywhere without buying me something that we can have sex in. “Are you happy with yourself, you big baby?”, I laughed. “Hey! What kind of man specialises in bras? I bet you he only signed up so he could feel boobs all day”, Damon whined. “Someone’s a little jealous” I teased, purposely trying to rile him up. “I’m not jealous”, he looked away. He always looks away from me when he’s telling a lie, he’s so jealous. “Whatever you say”, I laughed as I intertwined my fingers with his.

“Can we go home now?”, he sighed, fed up with my bullying. “Uhh, don’t know if I’m ready to go home yet, this place is just so beautiful”, I replied. “The faster we get home, the faster I can see you in those cute little panties I just bought for you”, he winked, gripping my hand tighter.

Let’s just say, I’m damn glad that we went in to that bra store today or else we wouldn’t be having insanely hot sex right now. Thanks male bra specialist for being male and turning my boyfriend into one crazy, jealous, horny bastard.

Damon Salvatore - It Was Always You - Part 5

Damon takes you to Paris for a romantic getaway. It is a much-needed trip and it’s only made better by the fact that Damon is the one that you’re sharing the experience with. The two of you want to experience everything Paris has to offer, or at least as much as you can during your trip. The whole vacation is just so romantic and perfect. Of course, nothing can ever really go as planned in a world of supernatural creatures. Something happens on your last night that neither you or Damon expect.

Pairing/s: Damon x Fem! Reader

Characters: Fem!Reader, Damon Salvatore, Stefan Salvatore (very briefly mentioned), surprise character (I don’t want to spoil it)

Warning/s: Implied smut, blood, and a little bit of violence

A/N: The french is roughly translated from google so it might not be 100% correct. 

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