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Are you done writing bamon fanfiction now

OMG NEVER. They're my babies forever and ever.

I'm just taking a little hiatus but I've got two story ideas forming already 😎

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~My Bamon Writing Playlist ~

Now that I've finished my Back To You series, I thought I would share all the songs I've listened to over the years whilst writing our fave witch and vampire falling in love:

Back To You by Selena Gomez

Close One by FIZZ

Crazy in Love by Sofia Karlberg

Never Not by Lauv

Crying Over You by HONNE

Earned It by Bootstraps

The Night We Met by Gavin Mikhail

Rumor by Lee Brice

Let Me Down Slowly by Alec Benjamin

Didn't See It Coming by My Brothers And I

Holding Hands by Quinn

nyc (demo) by Good Scott

Please Stay by Fracois Klark

Always Be Loving You by Brothers And I

Superhero by Lauv

Your Side Of The Bed by Loote

Ain't No Rest For The Wicked by Cage The Elephant

I Don't Want to Be Friends by Jake Scott

Dancing With Your Ghost by Sarah Alex Sloan

Everybody Hurts by R.E.M

& as I was writing the final chapter:

Harvest Moon by Neil Young

Always A Woman by Billy Joel

But Daddy I Love Him by Taylor Swift

Read all my Bamon fics here.

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Currently writing the fluffiest most beautiful end to ‘Amaryllis’. My happy place.

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I present you, the final chapter of my 'Something There' series:

People watching in St James Park has become her favourite activity. She observes the city buzz around her, happy families, suited professionals hurrying with brief cases, elderly couples with love creased into their skin: observes a city that never asks or requires a single thing of her. Bonnie has nothing to offer London, and she adores that feeling. 

This morning, she sits on a bench by the ponds, smiling absentmindedly at a pair of toddlers chasing away the ducks, and fiddling with the simple, yet elegant, ring on her finger. 

“It’s not a timeline,” Damon had said the previous night, nervous, “There is no expectation, I just -“

She kissed him, absolving his fears, whispering, “Yes, yes, yes,” into his mouth. 

Bonnie said yes to love, that’s what the ring was: a symbol and a promise. Marriage felt obsolete against Damon’s immortality but he wanted her to know that he would. 

“I’d take a cure for you,” he’d told her once, sixth months into their relationship, fatigued by the chaos that had barrelled into their lives, “If I ever found one, I’d take it.”

Read the full chapter here.

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Dear Diary,  These past few years I’ve been committed to ensuring my brother’s happiness and recently, I noticed something. I noticed them.  [A03]

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BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

bamon_

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sometimes I get the urge to rewatch vampire diaries but then I remember how dirty they did bonnie and run back to fanfic

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"I'm not out of nicknames for you yet."

when something feels straight out of fic but it's canon, that's my shit

“In the first second, I thought about how amazing it would feel to have Elena in my arms again. By second number two, I kissed her. And by the third, I remembered you’re my best friend, and that if anything ever happened to you I would lose my mind.”

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES | 2.18 vs. 6.22

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All my otps have either tried to kill each other or at least thought about it

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my fics are a safe space, bonnie wins every time xoxo

POV: Me whenever I started to read a Bamon fic but the author had Bonnie still playing second to Elena.

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#she's smiling, your honor #enemies to lovers, 500k+ words, slowburn

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I'm four years late to seeing this but it is BEAUTIFUL !!

Mood Board. Back to You: Pretence by @perpetualimaginings​   FF.net | AO3

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Hear me out: Damon is a failed musician and Stefan begs him to get an internship at his work (Falls Publishing), and when Damon acquiesces he falls head over fucking heels in love with the head editor aka Bonnie.

“Who’s that talking to Stefan?” Jeremy glances up from his MacBook. “Bonnie Bennett. The boss.” Stefan kept ‘I have a hot boss’ a silent bargaining chip. 

Yeah. I wrote it. Read 'Fool's Publishing Ltd.' Here.

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My ALL time favourite fic writer. The one who got me started on this whole fic journey, who taught me the subtleties of characterisation and how to sprinkle angst, delicate and surprising, into every fucking line.

A published book by coalitiongirl ???? W|W for my new, tentative queer heart ?? A million times yes. I am so ready to cry through my anti-depressants lol.

(Seriously, as a fic writer who has just sent a manuscript to a publishing house in the hopes to make this writing thing a real thing I can hold in my hands, this makes me so happy).

i thought i was going to be chill about MARKLESS but then these ARCs came and left me breathless. the book is so gorgeously crafted down to the dreamy chapter headers and the spine and i cannot wait until y’all have this in your hands ❤️💚🧡

Pre-order links are here :)

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How about bamon: things get awkward after their divorce and they have to spend one of the kids birthday together for the kids but they still are kinda irritated with each other? Lol I just found you I’ve read all your fics on archiveofourown!

I'm responding to this so very late, I apologise!! Such a fun prompt - thank you so much 🖤 Am very tempted to expand on it as a one shot...

"Who is that ?" Dylan's mom spits the curly straw out of her mouth, spraying cola (and Malibu) onto Bonnie's arm. She's oggling the dark haired man swaggering into the party hall - black jeans and matching tee accessorised with the silver aviators Bonnie once thought were sexy as hell. Past tense.

"My ex husband," she grits out, and marches over to him.

"What are you doing here?"

Damon grins down at her, revelling in her annoyance already. "Diego wanted me to come."

"You could have texted."

He shrugs. "I did. I texted Maeve."

Bonnie fights back an audible groan, "I meant me, not our eleven year old." She gestures at the rather fancy box of chocolates in his hand, "Are those for Diego because you know he can't have-"

"They're for you," he holds them out to her, "For organising all of this." He notices the banner Bonnie had painted, hanging along the opposite wall. "I see your art skills haven't improved."

"Better than yours ever were," she retorts, scratching at the plastic film around the box. It does not go unnoticed by him.

"Wait until you see the card I designed for-"

"DAD!" Diego interrupts the almost familiar flow of banter. She's relieved, only the tiniest bit disappointed.

"Hey big man!" Damon laughs, as her, their, now eight year old barrels into him. "Wow, nice face paint."

"You need some too!" Diego, the dinosaur, commands.

"No, no, I don't think-"

And Bonnie can't resist saying: "Daddy would have to take his sunglasses off for that."

And Damon can't resist pushing them off his face, into his har...and winking.

His eyes are still the same startling shade of blue they've always been. In fact, the age folding at the seams only makes them bluer.

Diego drags him away towards the face paint table, yabbering to the poor teen she hired that Dad HAS to be a tiger. When Damon catches her eye and quirks a challenging brow, her eyes flicker upwards, on instinct. When she glances back at him, he's smirking.

Bonnie pops a chocolate in her mouth and decides it's time to prepare the cake.

You're totally watching my ass, she thinks, smirking too.

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….new Bamon one shot perhaps 🤔

you’ve got my mind whirring now

Someone PLEASE WRITE a fic where damon and bonnie are academic rivals please.please.

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"how can you ship them, they tried to kill/hurt each other?" oh my god, i'm sorry that i can't control fictional characters' murder impulses. my bad/s