Damon Salvatore One Shots

Damon and Y/N make up after a fight

i.

Damon and Y/N were no strangers to fighting. They were both argumentative and stubborn as all hell which meant the simplest agreements could turn into full-on blows easily. However, it was very rare they let it get to those points.

Then a couple of days ago, both of them had been under a lot of stress. Y/N had been out of the house all day, studying and working, barely eating because there was simply no time. Damon couldn't get a moment's peace from the supernatural and, naturally, the two were in a bad mood.

The thing is, Y/N doesn't even remember how the fight started in the first place, but it escalated quickly. Damon was yelling at her, throwing his hands in the air, growing more and more pissed off because Y/N kept a straight face the entire time, unflinching and uncaring. It was like screaming into the wind. So he said things he didn't mean, but she heard every word, her unmoving face concealing her aching heart.

The last thing he said to her was, "You're too much. You're just too much." They haven't spoken in three days. The first day was easy, both of them are dangerously good at the silent treatment. Y/N even snuck into Damon's room and took her clothes into one of the guest rooms so she wouldn't have to interact with him at all. The second day was long, Y/N left in the afternoon holding textbooks against her chest, her tote bag full with her school supplies. Damon was on his phone in the sitting room and threw a glance over his shoulder, his mouth opened before it snapped shut and Y/N's heart fell again.

She spent the night at Bonnie's, surrounded by flashcards and notes but all she could focus on was how empty she felt without Damon. The next morning, she sat for her exam and made it through those begrudging ninety minutes. Except she felt awful about it.

There wasn't a question on the exam that she felt confident about and she second-guessed all of her answers. Y/N wasn't a second-guesser when it came to school. She studied hard and well until she knew the material like the back of her hand. So when she left the exam and drove her car back to the boarding house, she choked on sobs the entire way feeling like a failure. Moreover, she was anxious about what was waiting for her at home. She pulled into the drive, parking behind Damon's car and wiping her eyes with her sleeve.

She opened the front door with a trembling breath and heeled her way out of her converse. The house was quiet despite the faint crackling of the fireplace. The curtains were drawn shut and upon peering at the drink cart, Y/N noticed how much alcohol was missing. She turned to go upstairs before she ran into something, practically bouncing back to where she stood. When she looked up she was met with Damon. His hair was damp, freshly washed, and she noticed the smell of aftershave on him. He fixed his eyes on her, bringing his eyebrows together.

"Do you think you can just ignore me forever?"

Y/N hugged her books closer to her chest, shifting herself away from him and avoiding eye contact. "Just leave me alone, Damon."

He makes a sound of disagreement, sucking on his bottom lip with an irritated fevor. "Hmph, if that's really what you want, I have no problem with that, baby." He says, barely looking at her before he heads to the sitting room. Y/N stands on the staircase landing for a minute, his words playing on a loop in her head. She runs upstairs before the tears prick her eyes, slamming the door shut behind her, dropping her heavy books on the wood floor, and crawling to the middle of the bed. He doesn't want to talk to her anymore.

She's sure he probably doesn't want to be with her either. She's too much. Too much for him. Too much for anybody. That's why she's horrible in school. She'll never graduate or create a life of her own. Damon will never be there to support her either.

She attempts to muffle her cries in the plush of the pillows on the guest bed that felt so cold and foreign. The sheets smelled like laundry detergent, not Damon, and it made her feel even sadder. Before, when Y/N would have breakdowns like these Damon would hold her gently, cooing and shushing her until the steady stream of tears stopped. He would kiss away the trails, pet her face and her hair, and coddle her like a precious gem until she was ok again. He knew her inside and out, including everything that made her feel better after a meltdown. Her heart aches because he's not here to do that anymore.