Damon Salvatore Imagines!✔️

0.12

You look at your laptop and read the recipe for Stefan's cake again that your mom sent you. He said he didn't want to celebrate, but he at least deserves a cake. You sent Damon to the store half an hour ago to pick up the ingredients.

"I mean, this seems easy enough," you say to yourself and sigh.

"Well then let's hope we don't fuck it up," Damon is standing in the doorway, smirking and holding the groceries.

"Very funny, get in here and help me," you say back and he sets the groceries on the counter as you turn back to your laptop, he comes up behind you and grabs your waist.

"So what do I have to do to get out of this?" he asks.

You turn around and wrap your arms around his neck and stand on the tips of your toes and kiss him. When you finally pull away, you look at him and smirk.

"Nothing, now go get me the mixing bowl," you say and get the flour, milk, and eggs out of the bags. He comes back over and puts the bowl down, and you hand him the flour to open.

"So it says we need-" you're interrupted by Damon coughing. You turn to look at him and he has flour all over his face.

"What the hell did you do?" You ask and laugh at him.

"I just opened it!" He replies back defensively.

"The flour is supposed to go in the bowl." You raise your eyebrows and keep laughing. He glares at you and pours some of it in the bowl. You go over to the drawer and pull out a whisk when you turn back around Damon squeezes the bag and the flour goes all over you.

"You ass!" You say and both of you laugh. You kiss him, even though he tastes like flour. And go back over to the bowl thinking about ways to get him back.

"At least we match now..." he says quietly and you smirk knowing the next thing you could throw at him. Once you have the batter all mixed together, you mix the milk and flour together making slimy little balls that'll stick when you throw them.

"Hey babe," you say to get his attention.

"Yes, (y/n)" he turns around and you throw the ball at him, it hits him on the forehead and sticks. His face goes blank, and he's confused.

"This feels disgusting." He says, but you stick your tongue out and turn around to pour the cake mix into a pan. You hear the fridge open and not a second later something wet hits your back.

Your body goes straight and your turn around. He's holding food and ingredients in his hands.

You grab the icing and shout, "FOOD FIGHT!" The next fifteen minutes are full of flour, baking soda, icing, and other foods being thrown back and forth between you two.

"GUYS!" You turn around and see Caroline standing in the doorway, in awe, at how messy you both have made the kitchen.

"You were supposed to be baking his cake."

"I mean, we were, but we got distracted." You say back. "Besides, the mix is finished. We just need to put it in the oven."

She crosses her arms and walks over. "Alright, well I'll do it. Go shower and then clean up, please. We need to hurry and finish before he comes home."

Both you and Damon nod, and quickly leave. You both take a quick shower and get dressed. When you get back in the kitchen you hurry and clean up the mess while Caroline and Bonnie decorate the living room.

An hour later, you're icing the cake and Stefan walks through the front door.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Is shouted from the living room as you put on the candles. Damon lights them and carries it out as everyone starts singing Happy Birthday.

"Well, I guess it's a good thing you didn't let me out of baking today," Damon whispers to you and grabs your waist.