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Teen Wolf meme → [1/1] Villain ↳ “You really have to learn not to trust a fox. Know why? ‘Cause they’re tricksters. They’ll fool you. They’ll fool everyone.”
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“you are like a brother to me” is to supernatural as “girl” is to one direction songs
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stiles being head over heels for reader and reader is scotts sister so she’s off limits but stiles can’t contain himself
can be smut or fluff whatever you’d like !! 🤭🤭
I’M TOO HIGH FOR THIS [ stiles x fem!reader ]
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desc. MIXING WEED WITH EMOTIONS IS THE BEST SOLUTION FOR YOU AND STILES
has : substance use (weed), very in character stiles, hidden relationship, underage? smoking (under 21), heavy making out, undertones of sexual intercourse.
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the rain was heavy and so were your eyes. it’s been 28 hours since you’ve last heard from stiles. your face was a pure mix of puffy eyes, from sadness and not to mention smoking.
a few minutes ago, you had gotten a text from your brother, scott. he had mentioned that stiles would be on his way to your house, and to keep the doors unlocked because he had forgotten his key. it will be any minute now that he comes barging through the door, and pinning you against the wall. at least, that’s what you would hope would happen.
being lost in your own trance of thoughts helped guide you from hearing the knock of your front door. the knocks kept repeating until your gaze turned away from the phone in your hand to the large door. you slowly moved up and off the couch, and slight pattered to the door. you couldn’t tell if the knocking was in your head, or really happening until the door slammed open.
you fell with someone’s body laid upon you. you started to giggle as he fell off of you. your head was in the clouds as you picked yourself up only to see stiles sprawled out on the floor. you could not stop giggling as he held out his hand for you to help him up. as soon as you gave him your hand, he pulled you back down on top of him.
stiles made you smile deeply as his arms wrapped around your body. he gave you a quick kiss, and then pushed you lightly off of him. your butt hit the floor as you started to laugh once again. “are you high?”, stiles questioned jokingly. “would that be a bad thing?”, you snickered. “oh god you are high.”, he laughed.
“do you have anymore weed?”, he asked. your face went from a giggly expression, to straight serious. “stiles stilinski, getting high for the first time?”, you questioned. “i mean, maybe, i just, i really wanna know how it is”, he stuttered. you smiled, “okay then, i have a cart for your first time. a joint or a blunt would get you too high”, you spoke.
you pushed yourself up off the ground, and lazily walked to your room. your hand grabbed the knob of the desk, and pulled it open. hidden in a bag was a few joints, and your cart with a battery. you pulled out the cart and headed back to the front door where stiles was still sitting.
“come on, get up stilinski”, you laughed. he got up off the floor, and took your free hand. you guys headed to the couch, and stiles immediately grabbed the remote for the tv. you gave him a smirk, “what? you just wanna watch star wars while high?” he squeezed your hand while they were still interlinked. he used the remote to put on hulu, and headed to the star wars section.
you twisted the cartridge onto the battery and clicked it 5 times to turn it on. you handed it straight to stiles as he was focused on the tv. you were nervous how stiles would react, but was also excited to see how he would act. “how do i even do this?”, he laughed. you grabbed it back from him and held it up to your mouth. you placed the cart between your lips, held the button and sucked in for about 7 seconds.
you did a quick ghost, and stiles looked very impressed. “okay, now your turn”, you said while handing it back over to him. the effects of your high were heightened as it hit you. you looked over at stiles and saw him hitting it, once he blew it out he started to cough. he hit it for a pretty long time, longer than any person would on their first time.
you already knew that stiles would be blasted, but you didn’t know to what extent. his coughing lasted about 30 seconds, but then wore off. your mind started to head in different places as you stared into the tv. soon, you felt yourself being shook by stiles, he had been calling your name as you zoned out. “y/n, i think it’s hitting”, he said calmly. his eyes were low, and seemed to be red in the low light.
“it feels like.. space”, he spoke. you guys both laughed in sync. stiles had felt like the world was spinning, just a bit. you were in some kind of trance as stiles was staring into the star wars universe on tv. you scooted closer to him as his eyes were placed on the tv. your hand slowly felt on his thighs, running up and down. he slowly turned his head to look at you, and started to nervously laugh. you went up to his ear, and whispered, “maybe we should play some music.”
your head was pulled away and he nodded. you grabbed the remote and changed the tv to spotify. your high playlist was on the recommended, so you placed that on right away. the first song to play was ‘She by Tyler, The Creator’. stiles gaze was placed upon the tv still, but you wanted to distract him. you grabbed his face for him to look at you. he smiled while seeing your sly smirk.
“sti, i want to do something”, you said while starting to feel some type of way. your body started to feel on fire as he nodded. he placed your body down onto the longer part of the couch. he then placed his body on top of yours, all while you leaned in to kiss him. the kiss was powerful, making you both feel even more horny that you have been. his dick got hard quickly as you grinded into the kiss. his tongue battled for dominance with yours, and he quickly overpowered you.
while feeling this way, it felt like you guys were in a dream. you could never have imagined making out with stiles stilinski while being high. after all, you were scotts younger sister, and he was stiles stilinski. tingles went all throughout your body as stiles hands found his way to your ass. ever since you guys took those dab hits, you were on each-other more than ever.
he slightly squeezed your ass and you whimpered into the kiss. you ran your hands up and down his back, making large scratch marks. he felt your nails dig into him which caused a load groan to emerge from his soul. he had been waiting for the chance to get you alone after his non-stop hanging out sessions with scott. you broke away from the kiss for a second, “sti, please take my shirt off.”
he got off you for a quick second, and grabbed the hem of your shirt. he lifted it off of you, which exposed your light pink bra. “can i?”, you motioned nodding to his shirt. “of course baby”, he smirked. stiles placed your hands on the hem of it and guided them to take the shirt off. his bare skin being exposed left you feeling in heaven. his abs we’re slightly creasing at the center, and his body was perfect.
you layed back down upon the couch. grabbing him by his shoulders, you pulled him down for skin-to-skin contact. your legs were now wrapped around his waist so that you could feel his boner poking through his pants. stiles looked at you for a moment, staring into your eyes, then smashed his lips on yours.
his lips detached from yours, and headed to your exposed neck. stiles fluttered light kisses all around your collarbone, and chest. he started to suck at the most delicate places, placing small love bites. he looked up at you through his long lashes and smirked at your expression. your face was in a state of bliss at the feeling. his body, to your body felt amazing. the high heightened all emotions by ten percent.
at once, the door slammed open. “stiles, y/n, i’m home!”, yelled scott. in an instant, you grabbed your shirt to cover yourself. “what the hell is going on in here?”, scott growled. stiles looked at you, you saw from the corner of your eye. you made quick eye contact with stiles, but then looked at scott. “and why the fuck does it smell like weed?”. you looked back and stiles, and smirked.
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Stiles finds a baby on the porch.
It looks exactly like him.
Well, this is awkward
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When the villain only found you, the hero’s sidekick, in the hero’s hideout they thought that this was going to be easy. You are excited as well, because finally there is no-one there to hold you back.
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girl help i’m having creation ideas above my skill level
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“i want smut” “ i want hurt/comfort” — but what if i said i want the most heartbreaking angst followed by fluffy ass comfort followed by hot ass make up sex all rolled into one fic
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teen cop and sourwolf :D
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lend a hand? - sterek ficlet
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basically what the lady said (also PS i am so also going to write the high one at some point) 
It starts when Stiles breaks his arm.
Or, more specifically, it starts when Derek breaks Stiles’ arm; because Stiles had everything under control, thank you very much. He had just managed to finish casting the shield between he and the warlock bearing down on them, when out of nowhere Derek Hale heroically and completely unnecessarily comes flying at him. He knocks Stiles to the ground and he hears more than he feels the snapping in his arm, the blinding pain will come a split second later as he writhes in agony on the forest floor.
Derek stares at him in shock, the air rippling and shimmering blue in front of him as the shield takes the brunt of the ball of energy the warlock throws his way. He goes down hard a moment later as the rest of the pack converges on him, Derek moving to help Stiles to his feet.
“What the fuck is wrong with you!” Stiles cries out, clutching at his broken arm, he really wishes he had three so he’d have one free to beat every unprotected inch of Derek. Derek looks stricken for a moment before his face hardens and he gripes, “he could have killed you!”
“Yeah!” Stiles huffs, “I can see the massive damage he did to you!”
“I’m not going to apologize for trying to protect you!” Derek snaps, but he looks uncertain for a moment.
“You could at least apologize for breaking my fucking arm!” Stiles shouts.
“I’m sorry I broke your fucking arm!”
“Jesus Christ!”
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What if Teen Wolf just replaced Scott's character with Danny? Like Danny goes wandering through the woods one night for whatever reason and gets bit. He doesn't want to go to Jackson because he's freaking out and it's Jackson so he goes to the one person that won't sent him to mental hospital after hearing the story of what happened in the woods. Stiles Stilinski, who he knows slightly better because Stiles' best friend, Scott is quickly getting more popular (and more distant) since he started dating the new girl, Allison (who is popular because she is also Lydia's new best friend). And since Scott is more distant now, Stiles quickly agrees and the two become friends.
(+ Danny teasing Stiles about Derek)
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by your hand
summary: you've got a thing for the older Salvatore brother. there's a party tonight, and while you'd intended to see if Damon felt the same, your anxiety has other plans.
1.8k, she/her pronouns, descriptions of anxiety
a/n: i'm rewatching the vampire diaries except this time my frontal cortex is fully developed and i am a stefan girl no longer <3 sorry to that man he's great. but i'm full on feral for damon now
You had a plan. 
Had being the operative word. 
If there was a god out there, he was laughing at you. Tyler was throwing a party, a bonfire at the lake, his latest in a long line of ‘we survived the unsurvivable thing that tore through town’ celebrations. And you’d been hyped. Life in Mystic Falls was almost never normal– the little pockets of time when you were free to behave like any other young adult, well, they weren’t moments you enjoyed wasting. 
But that’s what you were doing. Absolutely wasting it. 
You’d put on your favorite outfit, a baby blue set that highlighted your hair color, the soft fabric hugging your figure tightly. You were going to get drunk, have fun with your friends for once, and, possibly most importantly, flirt with Damon. You’ve caught him looking at you more often lately, and you were determined to test his reaction to seeing you in something other than sweatpants and sleep deprivation.  
Except that instead of doing all that, you were having an anxiety attack. In the middle of a party. The last thing you wanted was Damon looking at you now. 
You weren’t new to anxiety. You’d had it all your life. But usually, and especially in the last few years, you actually had something to be anxious about. Tonight there was nothing wrong. You had just started feeling uneasy that evening as you were getting ready. You tried your best to ignore it, starve it of anything to latch onto. You were going to have fun tonight. You deserved to. All of you did. 
Which is why you didn’t tell any of your friends when you realized the uneasy feeling was moving into full on freak out mode. Instead you’d acted like everything was fine, grabbed a drink and managed to stand with the rest of the crowd for about three minutes before all the noises started sounding too loud, the closeness of your friends and acquaintances becoming suffocating. 
And now here you were, sat on a log at the farthest edge of where the firelight could reach, in your useless sexy outfit with your useless discarded plan. Ugh. You were supposed to get stupid tonight. You dropped your head into your hands, forehead pressing into your intertwined fingers. 
The other girls couldn’t understand why you were into Damon– ‘like sure, he’s hot, but do you really want to deal with all that?’ Caroline had asked you once– and she had a point. You knew that Damon was far from innocent. He was impulsive. He was often murderous. But there was something about the idea of having someone who would do literally anything for you… Well, you kept that part to yourself. It was just an idle attraction, you’d told Caroline. It wasn’t like you were going to do anything about it. You’d even believed it yourself, at first. 
Damon had always been nice to you– well, his own version of nice– something which was, in the words of Bonnie and Caroline, super weird. You’d just shrugged them off. The two of you had a good thing going; you bantered, he didn’t threaten to kill you as often as he did the others (and even when he did, it was such a thinly veiled attempt at seeming emotionless that you’d had to stop yourself from laughing). It wasn’t a big deal. 
But lately, things have felt a little… different. He was different. You’d guess it was that he was finally getting over Katherine’s betrayal, thank god. The man had been pining after her for over a hundred years, you didn’t mean to rush him into healing, but christ. 
You remembered the last time you’d caught him looking– you’d finally lifted your head from one of the ancient books Bonnie was having you all search through, leaning back in your chair and groaning. You tilted your chin up, craning your neck back against the headrest to stare at the ceiling. You’d felt his eyes on you then, turning your head in his direction on instinct, your frustration with the task written all over your features. He’d given you a little half smile in return. Not even his usual smirk. It was something… well, you didn’t know how else to think of it. Vulnerable. 
The anxiety buzzing in your stomach broke formation, clawing its way up your chest the more you thought of him. Your chest constricted, the sounds of people chatting and laughing seeming to get louder still. 
Fuck, this party had turned out to be a total bust. Why couldn’t you just have fun? What was wrong with you? 
A twig snapped right next to you, snapping your focus along with it. You sat up straight again, instinctively looking toward the source of the sound. 
Speak of the fucking devil. Or, you know. Think of him. 
Damon sat down next to you then, deliberately slowly, like you might spook and take off into the woods. Part of you appreciated it, and the other part wanted to elbow him in the ribs. 
“What’s going on with you?” he asked, one eyebrow raised. 
“Nothing. I’m fine,” you lied, your voice sounding separate from your body. 
“Yeah, and I was born yesterday.” 
God, he wasn’t going to leave well enough alone, was he? You sighed, wrestling with the sudden self-destructive urge to make him leave you alone, to blow up the whole night for good. At least then you’d be in control of it. 
You felt like you couldn’t breathe, and Damon’s presence wasn’t helping.You didn’t truly want him to leave either, you knew that much. You just wanted it to stop.  
Suddenly you felt Damon’s hand covering yours, stilling you where your fingernails had been scratching against the uneven surface of the log. You hadn’t even realized you’d been wearing away at it, peeling away layers of wood and dropping them at your feet. 
“I can help you,” he said lowly. 
You really looked at him then, for the first time since he sat down. He turned to you slightly, his eyes wide and genuine, any hint of his usual facade gone from his features. 
He could help you, you realized. You just had to trust him. Like, really, completely trust him. It surprised you how quickly you realized that you did.
You held your wrist out between you, the charm from your vervain bracelet dangling in the space between. “Take it.” 
“You sure?” 
“I trust you, Damon. Take it off.” 
He handled you like something delicate, his touches featherlight. His fingers grazed the skin of your wrist as he undid the clasp, and then it was gone, the piece of jewelry gingerly slipped into his jacket pocket. 
He nodded at you, once, a signal for you to start talking.
“I feel like I can’t breathe,” you began, “I don't know…” you set your jaw, overcome with frustration. What could you even tell him? How could you explain this? “Nothing’s even wrong, and I’m supposed to be having fun, but I just–.” 
“Are you scared?” 
You rolled your eyes almost on instinct. “Damon–” 
“Answer the question,” he implored, his eyes unguarded, such clear green in the firelight you almost lost your breath for a different reason. He wasn’t compelling you yet, just asking.
“Yes,” you whispered. “Please, Damon. Make it all go away.” 
He lifted his hand to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear, grazing the back of his forefinger across your cheekbone. “I will,” he whispered back, index trailing a line down your jaw until he’d hooked it beneath your chin. You wanted to laugh at that. As if he’d need to hold you there with him, as if you could look away now. “You’re safe now,” he spoke, pupils dilating. “There’s nothing to be scared of here. You don’t need to worry about anything.” Damon lifted his compulsion from you then, adding in his normal tone, “Now, breathe deep for me, can you do that?” 
You felt the tension in your chest dissolve, your breath coming freely now and you sighed, long and deep, in relief. 
“There you go,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. His hand moved to stroke your hair, his thumb resting against your cheek. He looked genuinely relieved. 
“Thank you,” you breathed, tearing your gaze from his so he wouldn’t see you blush. He drew his hand back from you, and the loss was very nearly painful. 
“Anytime.” 
“You don’t think it’s stupid?” you rushed out. You weren’t entirely sure why you said it. He didn’t seem to think it was stupid at all. Maybe you were just terrified that the moment would end. 
“I don’t,” he assured you. You looked back at him to discover his usual smirk had taken over his features. “You’re only human, after all.” 
You scoffed, feeling nervous for an entirely different reason now. 
“I could… I could take it away forever, you know. If you wanted me to. I could– take away your suffering.” 
He looked almost scared to say it, the only time you’d ever heard something like trepidation in his voice. You felt your eyes go wide, your mouth dropping open just the slightest bit. His gaze followed the movement, settling on your parted lips. Oh. 
He couldn’t mean it, though, could he? And if he did… Yeah, Damon’s always been nice to you. But you wouldn’t really consider this nice. This felt like… something else. 
But if he did mean it. Would you let him?
“That’s not a decision for tonight, though,” he said, standing suddenly. For a single second your heart dropped, thinking your moment was over. And then he was holding a hand out to you. “The night is still young, and you’ve got some catching up to do.”
You smiled, taking his hand. “Get me a drink?” 
“She makes requests now,” he scoffed, keeping hold of your hand even as the two of you headed towards the keg.  
“Well, someone keeps giving me what I want.” 
He just hummed in response, pushing a cup into your hand, waiting until you’d lifted it to your lips before he spoke. “You know, your heart’s still beating pretty fast.” 
“Is it?” you asked, feigning innocence as you looked up at him over the rim of your cup. 
You took a sip, setting it down on a nearby stump before adding, “Guess you must be losing your touch.” 
He took a step closer to you, his eyes searching. “Mm. Must be, since there’s clearly no other explanation.” He took that moment to really take you in for the first time, his gaze traveling down the length of your body. Completely unhurriedly, the shameless bastard. “Have I mentioned,” he murmured, eyes snapping back up to yours, “how fucking incredible you look tonight?” 
You couldn’t help it. Your skin flushed under his gaze, your whole body going hot. 
His smirk deepened insufferably. “Losing my touch, huh?”
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Elena: You know, Katherine gives Y/n flowers every day. I wish you'd do that too.
Damon: Okay.
*Later, the same day*
Damon: *gives Y/n flowers*
Y/n: ???
Elena: ???
Damon: I don't know, I'm confused as well
Katherine: Do that again and I will end you.
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First || Damon Salvatore x Human!Reader
Summary: you meet Damon on the road when he arrived. (Basically you replace Elena on meeting Damon first) (also your a doppelgänger of one of Katherine’s close friends, we’ll name her Helen :))
Warnings: swearing. Talk of blood, talk of cheating.
My requests are open! Feel free to ask for ANYTHING!
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You walked down the road, your phone in your hands as you furiously texted your boyfriend. You had just broken up because you found out he cheated on you. He kept texting you begging for you to come back, begging to explain, and repeating the same line, it was a mistake! Your the best thing that has happened to me. You replied with a paragraph explaining that you couldn’t accept this and would be blocking him, reminding that it was his fault ofcourse.
You looked up from your phone to see a man standing in front of you. “Oh fuck!” You jumped back, startled at the close proximity of the stranger. He chuckled his voice deep with a slight rasp. You glanced at the man standing in front of you, noting every feature of his face to remember. His dark shaggy hair, his strong jawline, his beautiful blue eyes. You also noticed how bright they were compared to your dull e/c ones. From your ‘in-depth’ description you would think you had stared for a while, but you had only glanced for a second, he was just so eye catching. Though non of that made the thought of how creepy it was that he had snuck up on you go away.
“Helen?” He stared at you with a face full of confusion which depend as your twisted into the same emotion.
“Um, no, sorry I’m not Helen” you spoke with a slight stutter between your words, the conversation already confusing the fuck out of you. “His face scrunched up in an emotion you couldn’t read, but resembled disappointment.
“Oh… I’m sorry it’s just… you look so much..no, exactly like..” he trailed off leaving you wishing he had continued, your curiosity getting the best of you.
“Like who?” You murmured thinking he hadn’t heard you. But he had.
“Never mind don’t worry about it.” He smiled slightly, his face relaxing. But yours stayed stiff, along with the rest of your body from the ongoing interaction. “I’m Damon” his smirk relaxed you slightly and you let a shy smile break over your face.
“Y/n” you replied. Your voice sending shudders down his spine, you looked exactly like Helen but your voice was softer, angelic. Who knew there was two doppelgängers in town? His smirk deepened when he saw your smile and how shy you was feeling. He could already taste your blood, sweet and fresh. But he couldn’t actually taste it, not yet anyways.
“Your alone?” This caught your attention, picking up the red flag immediately and decided to let that known.
“Not to be rude Damon, but it’s kind of creepy your out all alone. Laying on the roads.” You had noticed him, just ignored it. You know it sound bad but, better safe than sorry when it comes to creepy people like that. Besides the road was basically a ghost town.
You caught him off guard, he’d admit that, he didn’t think you had noticed. “Your one to talk. A lady all out on her own, during the night?” His voice was smooth like he was trying to put you in a trance.
“It’s mystic falls, nothing bad happens here.” You giggled waving your phone slightly. Damon smiled at this, he didn’t know why but the thought of you being safe calmed him. Deep down he knew why ofcourse but he had came back for a reason. And his light linking for you was not going to get in the way of that.
“Well, what are you doing out here all alone?” He took a step closer to you. His eyebrows raising.
“Waiting for my parents..” you trailed off, deciding against revealing why. But Damon wouldn’t let it go.
“Why?” You looked at him pointedly. Tilting your head and scoffing softly.
“None of your business” you looked him in the eye with a small smile.
He wanted to know, in fact he needed to. He wasn’t going to be proud of this like he normally was but it was necessary. He looked you in the eye and you felt yourself being sucked in, it was strange feeling.
“Why are you waiting for your parents?” He questioned his eyebrows raising again. And you felt the words fall out of your mouth.
“I broke up with my boyfriend. Caught him cheating.” Your monotonous tone was unpleasing to his ears, wishing to hear the live come back to it.
“Oh now that’s not what you wanted” his frown comforted you.
“Well ofcourse not. Not like you would know what I desire anyways.” You sarcastically snap, but Damon just smiled.
“Oh but I do.” His smirk had your stomach doing somersaults.
“And what is it I want?” Cocking an eyebrow you cross your arms, a smirk forming on your lips.
“You want passion.. a love to consume you…adventure.” He paused, taking a step closer every time he spoke. “ maybe even a little danger” he was close enough for you to feel his breath on your face. You looked up into his icy eyes and just stared, lips parted.
“I want you to get everything you want…” he breathed out, grabbing your face tenderly. But you didn’t pull away, in a way you felt comfortable. “And as much as I hate to do this, you can’t remember me. Cant have people knowing I’m in town just yet” his smile reassured you. But you had to ask.
“Do I have to forget you?” Touching his wrist. “I can keep a secret” your smile melted his heart.
“We’ll meet again, don’t you worry darling” then you felt it again. Your brain went to mush and you felt like you were in a trance.
“You never met me, you waited for your parents alone, we never had this conversation.” And your mind went blank. Your eyes closed and opened again to see your parents car in front of you.
But deep down you knew something was missing from that night, you just couldn’t reach it.
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transition / damon salvatore x reader
hello !!!! this is my first time ever writing for the vampire diaries! there will be a part two that I’m currently working on for this, so please let me know if you’d like to be tagged and definitely let me know what you think! 
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summary: after another day in Mystic Falls you find yourself unable to push away the one thought that’s been plaguing you for months… and you turn to Damon for help
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warnings: typical vampire diaries violence (blood, etc), fluffy, no use of y/n
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Images flooded your mind as you pulled the blanket tighter around yourself to shield from the cool air of your bedroom but it was no use… even if you warmed up it wouldn’t be enough to let you sleep. You should have been used to it all by now, the blood and the gore of your life, and to a certain extent you were. In the heat of the moment you didn’t let it affect you, you carried on with what you were doing, which was usually something to the tune of saving Elena’s life, and you’d do it as many times as you needed… you’d known the girl since diapers, but that didn’t make it any easier when you found yourself alone in the solitude and darkness of your room.
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