#your car horn that indicates you're home? do you have the ability to not make everyone hide and vacate to their rooms when they hear your

[lovestryke]

i think if you grew up in my household you would have put a gun to my mom and dad's heads already

[maladaptive---daydreamer]

#VeryBothered

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x reader

Summary/Request: A bunch of people asked for a part two to #Unbothered so here it is.

Word Count: 3130

A/N: Italics indicate a shift in perspective. This was meant to be fluff but it turned out to be the complete opposite. #sorrynotsorry

Hair? Check.

Makeup? Check.

Purse? Check.

Card, just in case? Check.

Keys? Check

You heard the honk of the horn of your cab and rushed out of your house. Once you’d sat down in the backseat and told the driver your destination, your phone went off - Damon.

Damon: What are you doing tonight?

Y/N: Got a date. Sorry babe xx

Damon: Biggest eye roll in history.

Y/N: Did you really just full stop me?  Wow, Damon

Damon: Send me your location in case you need an emergency pick up

Y/N: Yes sir

You used the send location feature and then locked your phone, sliding it into your clutch bag. It had been 4 months since you met Damon and found out about his abilities. Since then the two of you had become best friends. Your friendship came easily and you two bounced off each other’s sarcastic comments and sexual minds.

You were on your way to a date with a guy you met in the men's department of H&M. You gave him advice on a few t-shirts and he asked for your number. He told you to meet him at an upscale burger joint 20 minutes from your house. The cab driver dropped you off at the kerb right outside the burger place. You quickly paid him and got out of the cab to see your date, Ryan, smoking a cigarette outside.

“Hey, Y/N”

“Hey” You replied, hugging him and kissing his cheek.

He killed his cigarette and threw the butt into a bin before leading you into the restaurant. 

“I hope you like burgers,” He said with a smile as you waited for your table.

“pizza and burgers are my go to”

“Burger Boutique? what kind of name is that for a burger place?” Damon scoffed.

“Will you just admit to yourself that you're jealous?” Stefan replied leaning back in his seat.

“I am not jealous, Stefan, I'm just annoyed that this guy is taking my best friend, whom I care for dearly, to the shittest place possible for a first date”

“No, you're annoyed that the woman you love is out on a date with another guy because you were too scared to make a move.”

“Y’know brother, you might just be onto something here”

“Aren’t I always?”

Damon flicked his middle finger up as he collected his car keys and left the house. He got into his car and set the GPS for the restaurant. Once he was there he threw his keys into the valet’s hand and picked up a random ticket stub from the stand. He walked in and scanned the restaurant to see where they were seated.

“Hi, welcome to Burger Boutique, I’m Clara. Can I have your reservation name please?”

“Not here on a reservation here to see a friend”

“Well I’m afraid you’ll have to wait until your friend leaves sir, I can’t let you past this point without a reservation.”

Damon growled in frustration before putting his hands on the hostess’ face and compelling his entrance.He spotted the two of them giggling away in the corner of the restaurant and his inquisitiveness got the better of him as he strained to listen to their conversation over the music and chatter.

“So my boss just walks out of his office with coffee all down his shirt and the client walks out a few seconds later holding a cheque and his brand new coffee machine”

“I would kill to work in your office”

“I could sort out a transfer you know. I mean you're great at what you do and our company could really use someone as driven and ambitious as you.”

“I’ll think about it”

It took Damon a moment to realise that he needed to distract Y/N and so he sent her a quick text about an emergency and her needing to call him. He watched as her phone went off and she checked it. She apologised and went into the ladies bathroom.

Damon took this as his chance and went to the table sitting in Y/N’s seat.

“Yo dude, my date’s supposed to be sitting there”

“Your ‘date’ just so happens to be the love of my life so you're going to tell her somethings come up and leave. Do you understand?” Damon said staring into Ryan’s eyes.

Damon got up and returned to his spot hidden in the restaurant. He watched as she Sat down and Ryan quickly blurt out his excuse. He dropped 2 fifties on the table and rushed out leaving Y/N there extremely confused. Damon followed Ryan out and stood outside the restaurant waiting for her to come out. She came out with her head down and Damon took this as his queue to make his presence known.

“Shit date?” He asked.

You looked up and saw Damon standing with his hands in his pockets.Your head dropped again as you laughed out a ‘yeah’

“Why don’t we go to the bar-”

“What are you doing here? I thought you said that there was an emergency? I went to call you back and when you didn't answer I went back to the table to see Ryan had gone too”

The realisation dawned on you.

“You’re a complete and utter ass. I hope you rot.”

“Y/N-”

“Don’t even think you can talk to me. Leave me the fuck alone, Damon”

“We can talk this out”

“You fucking wish. Go run back to Elena you son of a bitch.” 

To your luck, a cab was driving past and you quickly hailed it asking the driver get you away from Damon as fast as he could.You were seething. You spent the entire car ride with your hands fisted. You wanted nothing more than to punch the bastard in his smug face but you knew you’d end up needing to drink his blood again, something that was no longer a rare occurrence. The cab driver dropped you off and gave you the ride on the house thinking that you had just broken up with your boyfriend. You gave a half smile as you trudged back into your house wanting nothing more than to sleep.

Damon was selfish. You knew that. You just didn’t think that he’d stop you from getting your happiness. 

You spent the next week avoiding Damon and Damon related activities. No boarding house, no grill, no hospital, no police department. You went from home to work and from work to home. no stopping unnecessarily which worked for Monday through Saturday but then Sunday rolled around, your boss insisted that you take a day off work and refused to pay you for any overtime you did on Sunday so you were forced to stay home. You woke up at 7 am and cleaned your house from top to bottom. At midday, you stopped cleaning, showered and went grocery shopping. You dropped off the groceries and put them away before feeling brave enough to venture out to get some pizza as a treat for avoiding Damon the whole week.

All it took was a quick car ride to Tony's and then a 2-minute walk to the park to enjoy your pizza pie and a bottle of Lorraine's freshly made lemonade. You parked your car up and walked into Tony's. The smell of freshly baked pizza invaded your nostrils and you immediately felt welcome. Due to the popularity of Tony's restaurant, it was hard for him to amass regulars like other pizzerias but you were one of the very few people who made it to regular status. Regular status meant that there was always a bottle of lemonade and a slice of tiramisu and cheesecake on hold for you.

"Aye, Y/N!"

"Hey Marcus, where's your dad?"

"Doctors appointment. You want the usual?"

"please"

Marcus nodded and called your order out. You took a seat on one of the stools as you waited for your pizza to be made.

"Where's Damon at?"

"He and I are in an argument right now."

Marcus nodded and didn't press any further. Instead, he unlocked his phone and began texting someone else. 10 minutes later your pizza was ready and you headed over to the park.

You found an empty picnic table under a tree and set your stuff down. You opened up your iPad to a new episode of a show you were watching and took a slice of your pizza.

Moments later the sun that was coming from behind you was blocked and a man sat in front of you on the other side of the bench.

"You've been avoiding me"

"Gee I wonder how you got that impression?"

"Y/N, I'm sorry"

"I liked him, Damon, I really did. He was smart, funny, driven. He liked the same shows as me and hated mushroom on pizza like me too.  I really felt like we could have had a relationship. Now you've probably compelled him to choke on his tongue when he's 10 feet near me."

"I just couldn't let him be with you"

"Why, because Elena left you for your brother and now you're alone and so now everyone else needs to be alone too? I'm not putting my life on hold for you, Damon. Unlike you, I don't have the rest of eternity to spend wasting my life away. In 60-70 years I'll be dead. I will not spend those years alone because my best friend couldn't find someone to be with."

"I like you god damn it. No, I love you. I found you sexy from the moment you told me to fuck off that night and I fell for you the moment you trusted me not to kill you.  You of all people know how hard it is for me to love. I get obsessed, I go crazy. I become weak. But if all of that is to be with you I don't care."

"No way, you're not guilt tripping me-"

"How am I guilt tripping you?"

"You want me to feel pity for you and you want me to be like' Oh Damon I love you too let's go back to your house where I spend the entirety of our relationship wrapped in wool and forbidden from doing anything.' Not today, Satan, not today"

"Did you just call me Satan?"

"Yeah because you're a devilish prick"

"We're going off topic here"

"What do you want me to say to you? That I love you too? You can hear from my heartbeat that I'm lying."

"I want you to say that it's okay. That what I did is justified and that you'll give me a chance."

"What you did isn't okay. You put your feelings before mine and meddled with my love life. You compelled the one guy that I thought I had a connection with into leaving me mid way through our date. Do you know how fucking embarrassing it is to have to ask for the bill after every single waitress and waiter just saw the guy you were having dinner with bolt out? No, you don't because you're Damon Selfish Salvatore. Nothing can justify what you did. Nothing"

"I haven't felt like this for anyone else except Elena-""

Here we go with the Elena BULLSHIT. Elena this, Elena that. Elena would run through the forest with me. Elena would stake a guy. Elena wouldn't think this irrationally. News fucking flash Salvatore, I'm not Elena. I won't be Elena, I won't like Elena. I won't replace Elena."

"I'm not asking you to"

"Are you sure, because throughout our friendship she's come first. Like that night I called in a code blue and you blew me off. I had to spend the anniversary of my grandmother's death alone because Elena needed a shoulder to cry on. Or the night I was at a work party and my car wouldn't start. 'Sorry Y/N, I can't make it. Elena's here and she's really sad.' Or there was the night I got attacked by a vampire when I was on the way to see you and your brother was the one who saved me. Your brother was the one who made me drink his blood so that I wouldn't bleed out on the sidewalk. You wanna know why Stefan was the one to save me, Damon?"

Damon stared down at the grass. 

"Because you were too busy with your head up Elena's ass that you completely forgot we were going out to celebrate my promotion. So you tell me that I'm not just a replacement for her" 

“You're not. You never will be. I only loved Elena because of my obsession with Katherine. She means nothing to me. I swear to you. Please just let me make this up to you.”

“Damon, I’m not going to give you false hope. I don’t know where this leaves us. I don’t know if I still want to be your friend.”

“I understand. But Friday night. I’m going to have your date all set up. If you find it in your heart to forgive me and give me a chance I’ll be waiting all night”

“Damon-”

But he had already gone. Leaving you an angry, emotional wreck. You slammed the lid of your pizza box shut and angrily shoved your things back into your bag before stomping back to your car and driving back home. 

You walked into the kitchen to drop off your pizza box to see flowers on the kitchen counter. 

“Please, I’m begging you, forgive me. D”

You scrunched up the note and were about to throw the vase on the floor when the vase went from mid air back onto the counter.

“I never invited you in”

“Yes, you did when I had to carry your limp corpse back home.”

“Fuck now both of your crazy Salvatores are allowed in my safe haven.”

“I take it your conversation with Damon went well.”

“Fucking amazing”

“Damon is never the best when it comes to conveying emotion. When he has feelings towards someone he doesn't act right.”

“He embarrassed me on my date with a guy I really liked!”

“I understand your frustration, but at least consider coming on Friday.”

“Stefan”

“He loves you, Y/N. I know you don’t feel the same and you never viewed him in that way but at least give him a chance.”

“I did. In the beginning, I liked him, a lot. But Elena was in the way, so I got over him and Ryan was the first guy I felt a genuine attraction to and could see myself falling in love with him.”

“That’s good, we can work on that”

“No, we can’t Stef. I had feelings for him and I had to get over them because there was someone else in the picture. When the roles are reversed he uses his stupid vampire bullshit to get the other person out of the picture. Don’t you see how unfair that shit is?”

“It’s going to take me time to figure things out. I don’t even know if I want to figure things out”

“Y/N, please”

“Get out, Stefan”

“Just think about it.”

“My answer won’t change.”

Stefan nodded and left, vase in tow. 

Damon woke up on Friday morning with the same soulless feeling. It had been 6 days since he last spoke to Y/N and it was really taking its toll on him. He picked up the bourbon bottle from next to him and took a long swig. He held the bottle while he went downstairs to give his bottle a companion. As he walked past the foyer he saw an envelope on the floor with his name on it.

The bourbon bottle fell out of his hand and shattered just like his heart. He numbly walked up to the envelope and ripped it open.

Damon,

I don’t know how to start with this. I’m just so angry and frustrated and sad. 

I don’t know if you knew but in the beginning, I had a little crush on you. It was silly really but I saw the way you looked at her so I got over it. You’d expect me to be over the moon at the fact that you reciprocate my feelings, stronger. But I’m not. 

It hurts to know that I am just second best. I’m the backup, the consolation prize if you will. 

You're probably denying it all in your head right now, but we both know it's true. If you really cared for me I wouldn’t be the one on the sidelines, I’d be playing in the game with you. (I don’t know where that sports reference case from, what the fuck)

I’m not coming to your date tonight. I thought I’d just save you the trouble. You won’t be seeing my sexy face, I'd be pretty upset too. Actually, you won’t be seeing me around town for some time actually. I’m going back home (like to my parents). I've worked some stuff out with work and they're letting me work from home. I need to clear my mind and get away from all the drama of this town. I hope you understand, and if you don’t then you can fuck yourself with a bottle Hennessy.

See ya on the flipside, I hope.

Love From

Y/N

P.S Burn this once you’ve memorised it (I know you well enough to know that when you get Like This you do weird shit), no one can know what a softie I am.

Damon wanted so much to scrunch the letter up and burn it but instead, he found himself back in his room folding the letter up and placing it into his wallet. He packed up a bag wrote a quick note to Stefan of his plans before sliding behind the wheel of his car with his switch flipped.

Both of you had left your hearts in Mystic Falls and only time could tell if the two of you would be back to collect them.