Like a cockroach, Always Survives

175. Damon Salvatore | Collision Course

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Hi 😊 would you do a Damon Salvatore imagine where you're dating but one time after a fight you get in a car accident and get hurt badly. Damon feels this and searches for you, just to find you in time to save your life. He then stays with you, taking care of your wounds until you wake up again. Then he apologizes and promises to protect you and never get you hurt again ? Just some really cute fluff with this cutie. Thank you dear ☺️

Summary: based on the request

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x reader

Warnings: accident, car crash, mentions of death, mentions of comparison, mourning, angst, swearing, brief mention of suicide and Alzheimer's

Word Count: 1467

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You were stripped of everything, your pride, your love, your understanding, all in that moment. As soon as those words abandoned Damon's spewing mouth, tears congregated in the field of your melted snow globes, trickling from their smashed exterior as the toll of his words weighed heavy upon you. It was obscurely selfish on his part, comparing you to a past lover, of whom was also your friend. The glint of their past together often conspired thoughts in your mind, but you would never accuse him of returning to such ways. Katherine Pierce; your best friend and partner in crime. All of those who were in Damon's circle had thought you'd be a bad influence on him, whilst you were no more than a simple human, you had quite the fondness for causing a ruckus. Though this time, the fault of the mess was down to him. You had found yourself escaping the boarding house before his azure eyes, he had winced as you slammed the door of the vehicle at him, and eventually you had quite literally hit the road.

It was due to a storm looming across from afar, it was gaining momentum and getting closer as you hurriedly tried to leave the shitty town that ever only seemed to bring harm to its residents and visitors. As you drove, your phone rang out with a chorus, informing you that somebody was trying to get patched through to you, and on your end the only thing that was required of you was to accept the call. You had a pretty good assumption of who was trying to contact you; Damon Salvatore. He was also known as the man that had inspired a newfound rage inside of you, he had told you that you would never be as deceptive as Katherine had been, and he had the guts to say this now that she was dead. Her absence held a stake to your heart, you felt incomplete, he had told you that you could do better than her by your side. But you didn't want to.

All that you wanted was her to return from whatever other side there was, after it had been torn down. Was she in Hell? It was not something that you would know, not unless you got sent there yourself, and you had yet to endure a danger to your life that would have you hanging on the thread and being balanced on Anubis' scales, of which would determine your fate in the life after life itself. Life was just a rivalry of all different conflicts, you were undergoing the battle of one now with your partner, if you could still call him that. But right now, he was calling you, insistently so, and you hoped that he knew that he had fucked up, because that was the truth; he had, and disastrously so. You, out of the entire world were the only one who had mourned Katherine Pierce, she had been your mentor in some ways, teaching and training you about the curves of survival, claiming to be a survivor herself. And she had been, until her last, and damning breath.

You weren't like her, or Damon, or Stefan; you were only sentenced to live one short life. Add forty or fifty years tops and you'd be pruned up with the artwork of wrinkles sagging your skin, and a bleak or erased memory that would have you trying to recall all the ventures that you had been on. Katherine was supposed to see that, and be there for you when that day came! But alas, she was gone, all thanks to the brother of your lover. That passenger spell had rather taken a toll on her; she was always one to be selfish, and that was one of the many things she had accounted you to know, always look out for number one. And that, if you hadn't guessed it, was you. No man could box you in, no darn storm could stop you from reaching the unappealing destination of a stingy motel where people had probably taken their own lives. Even if there was a bleating ringing still echoing around your car, it wasn't something that you were amended to answer, it was your choice, as was everything, the world was in all retrospect your oyster.

There were a variety of lives that you could choose to live, the path of finally abandoning Mystic Falls and everything secluded within was laid out right before you; as though it were daring you to take such a serious route. Though, with all the possibilities that each turn in reality that you took, an inkling of you was tempting you to turn back, along with the inwards invitation to answer the ringing phone that was echoing across the discovered land of your dash. You breathed through your nose as you attempted to conceal your various emotions, that conflicted across your inflicted aura. For a split second, you shut your eyes as you tried to block out the various onslaughts of peripheral that pried endlessly at you. And that was how it happened.

That short and almost non existent momentum created such an impact that made everything turn to black. It was a literal dead sight, there was no obscurity of noticing the crash that enveloped you, nor the shattering glass that sprayed down on you. You were oblivious to it, but as Damon drove down the road on the search for you, only ten minutes after, his worry went into overdrive as he recognised your car, crushed and in a ruined heap, the culprit of such a collision clearly having done a hit and run and drove away. Anger brewed in his chest as he ran out from his vehicle, and peeked through the squashed window on the drivers side. "Y/n." He called out your name many times, but none earned him a reply.

Without a second thought, he curled his hand around the door, using every ounce of strength in his bones to pry it off the hinges. He ducked within the car, and ripped your seatbelt off, luckily your legs hadn't been caught under the dash so he was able to lift you out from your seat and out of the car. He laid you on the cement, and brushed the hair out of your face, hearing your pulse. There were bruises forming onto your skin, and he impulsively bit his wrist and fed the flowing blood into your mouth, his breathing becoming hurried as he wanted nothing more for you to be okay. It was all silent for a moment until you sat up, and spluttered the substance out from your mouth, wiping it with the back of your hand despite still feeling weak.

"Why did you save me?" You asked as you looked at the lover whom had hurt you, if he had allowed you to die then you could reconnect with Katherine in whatever afterlife there was. Damon frowned at the question, aware that he had a lot to answer for, but he'd do anything to make it up to you, it no longer mattered about his pride, it was in his every whim to make amends, he didn't care about how long it could take. "I never want to hurt you, and I'm sorry that I did." He spoke, watching as you almost keened at his words; everyone knew that he resented being vulnerable. "And I don't want to waste any time that we have together; I shouldn't be taking granted of the years that you have, instead I should be appreciating each second that I get to spend with you, otherwise I'd have wasted them and I'd be looking back with regret for the rest of my life."

"Well you should regret what she said, she was my friend. And it doesn't matter if she isn't here anymore, I still care about her. But I care about you more, so don't make me regret that Damon Salvatore, or I swear to god that I will screw you over so good that your friends will be telling you that they were right." You threatened him, though the sentiment was softer as it seemed as you hugged him, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, tears spilling from your eyes once your expression was out of his vision, though he could still feel the droplets against his cold skin. Katherine was watching you, you knew it, and it made you smile. You loved her, she was the only person that had ever been there for you or showed you any kind of affection, and she would be smiling, knowing that you had someone else now that was willing to do anything to protect you.