Like a cockroach, Always Survives

6. Damon Salvatore | One by One

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You grabbed the grocery bags out of your passenger seat and made your way up the walkway. Before even being able to set some down to open the door it was opened for you.

"You'll call me?" A random woman with a red pixie cut asked flirtasiously. Damon leaned against the archway, shirtless.

"Yeah, I got your number." He winked and tightened her scarf around her neck. She giggled and breezed past you like you didn't even exist. It was normal though, they only had Damon's commands on their minds when they left. Keep the scarf on and get the hell out.

"How dreamy." You muttered before side stepping him into the house.

"What's with the tude, miss Y/N? Someone take the last pack of La Croix?" Damon teased as he shut the door and followed you into the kitchen.

"No, Damon. This whole thing is annoying. You bring rando girls home, one by one, bang it out all night, bang it out again in the morning before she leaves, and the fucking giggling. They giggle all the way out the door and all the way down the damn driveway." You rant as you begin unloading the groceries and placing them in their correct spots in various places throughout the kitchen.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were jealous." Damon leaned against the counter right next to the groceries, but made no move to assist you.

"I'd say you need to grow the fuck up, Damon. You've had plenty of years to do so." He smirked in response.

"It's cool not growing old. I like being the eternal stud." You groaned, irritated, and started unloading the last bag.

"You just love to push my buttons, Salvatore." You mumbled, bending over to place various items in the fridge.

"I can take off your buttons if you'd like." He spoke in a flirtatious tone. You knew he was referencing the buttons to take off your skirt that were placed above your bum.

"You're so goddamn selfish." You stood up straight and closed the refrigerator to find him standing right next to it.

"I've been told." You poked his chest.

"I'm being serious, Damon. Either lower your girl amount or you can go back to living with Stefan." You stormed out of the kitchen to the alcohol cabinent in the living room.

"Hey, hey, hey. No need to get carried away here." Damon followed once more. You poured yourself a glass of a sweet liquor and took a drink looking at the man in boredom. "You know why I had to leave."

"And I know exactly why I should send you back." You shrugged apathetically. He was hot, sure, but his douchey personality took over too much. You had felt for Damon when Elena made it clear that Stefan was the one for her, even after they kissed. He had been mopey and kept himself in their cellars mostly, drinking his days away.

You convinced him to move in with you since you had a second bedroom. You couldn't stand to see him waste away over a relationship gone bad. When he moved in he didn't leave his room very much. You tried getting him involved in your everyday routines. He would grocery shop with you and help you cook sometimes. He started getting different when you started dating around. You currently had given that chase a break, because the boys you matched with on Tinder were just that, boys.

He must have been inspired to strike up his "love life" again.

"Okay, 5 girls a week." Your eyes widened at the audacity of this man.

"Damon, I don't know if you noticed either, but I have to go to the grocery store after every 3 girls come over because they're always in the pantries and drinking my drinks!" You held your La Croix's close to your heart. It seemed to be Damon's girls' favorite past time as well, downing each and every single one, and never cleaning them up. He sighed dramatically and sat on the arm of the sofa.

"Fine, 3 girls a week." You narrowed your eyes.

"And you have to compel them not to drink my La Croix's or giggle." He chuckled and shook his head.

"Consider it done." You hummed and took another sip.

"Also, you can only drink from 2 a week. Those atrocious scarves make my head spin." Damon's jaw dropped.

"I thought I had really good taste." He feigned hurt and held his hand to his "heart". You rolled your eyes and let a small smile creep onto your face as you indulged in the liquor once more. "Ah, ah, ah! I saw that." He pointed at you and stood up.

"What?" You asked, confused.

"The temptation to giggle at my joke." You shook your head.

"Definitely no giggling takes place in this body." You downed the rest of your drink and when you set down your glass Damon was standing right in front of you.

"Oh really?" He questioned with a quirked eyebrow. You nodded.

"Really." Before you could protest he began tickling your sides. "Damon! Stop! I-I can't! I can't breathe!" You protested between giggles. Damon was also laughing with you as he cornered you onto the couch with his torture. You felt tears cloud your vision as you wheezed for air. "Please!" He then pulled back and you caught your breath.

"Only because you said please." He was straddled on top of you with a goofy grin on his face.

"You're more of an eternal child, Damon." You shook your head at the ceiling with remenants of your smile on your face.

"That's why I'm so lovable." You continued shaking your head.

"Those girls seem to think you're pretty fuckable." You looked at Damon and he shrugged.

"You're the only girl yet to fall for my charms." You bursted out into another fit of giggles.

"You're funny, yet. You're laughable, Damon."

"So that means you've already fallen, Y/N." He teased and moved to hover over you and pin your wrists to the couch.

"Humor me further, Salvatore." You spoke sarcastically and rolled your eyes. Suddenly he pressed his mouth to yours. His lips encaptured your upper lip as he pulled away and let your lip bounce back. You blinked several times, almost not registering what just happened.

"I'm about to tell you the most selfish thing I've done...let myself fall in love with you. I compell those girls to drink your La Croix and giggle in hopes that when I see them do those things that they might look a little like you. I know you probably would never believe that I'd feel this way, but you helped me out of a dark place and I haven't seen you the same since. No more girls, no more except you, Y/N. Even if you don't want to give me a chance." You stared at him wide eyed throughout his confession.

"One chance." Is all you could mutter.