IN WHICH a book where drabbles, one shots and imagines are written for male and female characters and celebrities with a male reader.
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male reader | multifandom imagines | book one | completed | edited
Book: Male Reader Imagines, Multifandom Chapter 181: Two Broken Hearts, The Vampire Diaries Word Count: 1918
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[name] Gilbert had always known that when it came to his sister, he would be the second choice. It's how it had always gone and no matter how much he tried to change it, it didn't change. It fucking sucked.
That all changed when Damon Salvatore came to town and [name] thought, finally, there's someone who puts him first. They had gotten together, dated and fallen in love. He had finally been someone's first choice. That was until he caught them having sex. In this moment his heart had been ripped out of his chest and he knew he would never trust anyone ever again.
The worst feeling in the world is feeling like you were completely alone. He didn't have anyone to talk to about his feelings. No one wanted to listen. All they could care about was listening to Elena talk about how happy she was to finally be with Damon. She didn't care about her brother. She didn't care that she had hurt him. She only cared that she got what she wanted.
[name] didn't want to hate her. She was his sister. They were family. But they more he thought about her and the more he saw her with Damon, the more his hatred grew and he couldn't stand the sight of her. She and Damon deserved each other. Truly. He hated them both.
He had nowhere to go. He couldn't stay at home because she was there and he couldn't stay at the Salvatore's because Damon was there. It's not like he had any friends he could talk to.
"How could you?!" He had screamed at them, betrayal clear in his eyes as he looked at the scene in front of him. Two naked bodies being covered by sheets.
Elena looked at him with her general soft and apologetic expression, spewing out apologies. "Me and Damon love each other. We're sorry [name]. We didn't want you to find out like this."
He looked at Damon, begging him to tell him this was all a sick joke. [name] could forgive a joke. At least he would still have Damon bit of course this wasn't a joke and the way Damon stared at him back proved that. "You told me you loved me." He whimpered, looking down at the ground with a broken look. "What did I do wrong?"
"I did love you... but I never loved you more then I loved her." Damon said.
[name] nodded his head, shoulders slumping. This was all he needed as proof to know he would never be as good as Elena and he might as well give up on ever thinking he would come first. He wished he had been a vampire so he could turn off his emotions. He didn't want to tell this way anymore.
He looked at his sister dead in the eye and said, "don't ever talk to me again. I don't care what the circumstances are. If your life is in danger, if you need someone to talk to. Me and you are done." He was done with her and he meant it. He wasn't going to get hurt because of her anymore.
"Wait, [name] - " She tried to stop him but it was useless. Damon wrapped his arms around her and let her cry into his shoulder.
Because Elena Gilbert always got the comfort she wanted. What comfort did [name] get? A glass of alcohol in a town a couple hours away from Mystic Falls.
