Stubborn And Jealous (Damon Salvatore Imagine)
PLOT: You’re friends with Stefan and dating Damon. Damon gets a little too jealous.
Word count: 978
“I can’t believe you did that.”
“Well what would you have me do?”
“NOT THAT STEFAN!” You replied, getting out of his car and walking to the front door.
“There was no way in hell I was just going to sit there and listen to that scandal known as copyright!”
You huffed. This conversation had already been repeated on numerous occasions.
“Stefan, the 1975 are a unique band that have changed the world of music,” you stated sassily, wandering straight into the Salvatore Boarding House.
“Y/N, they’re just rip offs from a band that was back in the 70s and believe me, I was there, I know,” Stefan defended himself, closing the door behind you both and walking over to the glass cabinet and pulling out two tumblers.
You scoffed, “Well you didn’t need to yell at Matt to change the radio in front of the whole Grill! I wouldn’t be surprised if you were banned for life, and for you, that’s a long-time buddy,” you told him patronisingly, patting his chest.
He handed you a glass of Bourbon.
“I’m not going to apologise for my actions. The lead singer looks like a wet dog.”
Anger flooded through your blood. “Take that back Stefan Salvatore.”
He just laughed at you. However, you were feeling a little different towards the matter – defensive.
“Matty Healy is a living, breathing, walking, talking, goddamn SEX GOD! DO YOU UNDERSATND ME?” You yelled back at him, taking a step closer every time. Stefan wasn’t takin your petty little threat and burst out laughing. Little did he know, this enraged you even further.
Compressing your feelings until you had safely put your glass of Bourbon down on the table, you picked up the nearest cushion and started to attack him.
“Ow! Jesus-Y/N stop!” Stefan cowered behind his hands, trying to protect his face.
“TAKE IT BACK!”
“THEN BYE-BYE PRETTY BOY!” You announced and carried on hitting him aggressively. You knew inside that you were probably taking it a little too far, but it didn’t matter.
At the end of the day, you were still best friends. You carried on hitting him until he fell to the floor, where you clambered on top of him and held his arms down to stop lashing out.
“Well,” a deep voice came from the doorway, “Sorry to interrupt.”
You looked up to the voice to see your boyfriend Damon, but he wasn’t happy. Instead, he looked at the position that you and Stefan had ended up in – you were straddling him. You got off Stefan, who was shooting you an apologetic look and walked over to Damon.
“That wasn’t what it looked like,” you started to stand up for yourself.
Damon just looked down at you, “Sure it wasn’t.”
And with that he walked up stairs, ending the conversation.
You turned back to Stefan as if to say ‘what should I do?’ and he nodded towards the stair case, giving you a small smile in return.
Taking two steps each time, you walked straight into Damon’s room, where he was just lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling.
“What’s wrong Damon?” You asked, making your way over to him. But before you could, he stood up and looked at you angrily.
“You and Stefan. It’s always you and Stefan. I rang you six times to meet today, but no, you were with STEFAN! Are you getting my point?” He spoke down to you like a small child, the sarcasm dripping off every word.
“Damon,” you smirked, finally understanding what was going on, “Are you…jealous?”
He scoffed, “Jealous? No. I just don’t want my girlfriend to be hanging around my brother all the time.”
You started to laugh, “Oh my god, you are totally jealous!”
“AM NOT!” He yelled back.
“Yes, you are! You’re also stubborn.”
“THAT’S NOT TRUE!” He shouted again, but he was only angry because he was getting caught out.
You decided to make him prove it. An idea struck your mind and you were feeling evil.
“Oh, ok then,” you acted, making it seem like you were giving up. But you were far from it.
Right then and there, you took off your shirt, revealing your new lacy bra.
Damon’s eyes lit up as he saw what you had done, and his classic smirk plastered on his face. Before he could say anything, you headed towards the door.
“Where are you going?” Damon asked, confused at why you would strip and walk.
“To see Stefan,” you replied simply.
Suddenly, a whoosh of cold air rushed past your face and Damon appeared in front of you, slamming the door shut.
“FINE!” He gave up, throwing his hands up in despair, “I am jealous! Happy now?”
You took his face in your hands, making him look directly into your eyes and you smiled.
“Damon Salvatore, I love you. Not Stefan, you. You’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. Ok? Just accept that and stop being a paranoid boyfriend!” You told him truthfully.
Damon’s eyes softened as he took in the words. Passionately, he connected your lips and kissed you. Fireworks went off inside you like time-bombs, just waiting for the right moment to explode and make you truly happy. Eventually, he pulled away and brought you into his arms, his hands moving over your hair.
“God, I love you Y/N,” he whispered in your ear.
“I love you too Damon.”